it's not at all what i thought it would be.
i should've known it'd be bad,
they always are.
i see people,
tons of them
and i can't feel my chest,
and i can't feel myself breath.
it's kind of like the world stopped,
and nothing calmed me down because you weren't there.
there was nothing,
and no one to calm me down.
when mason grabbed me by the hand
all i could think was
there are too many bodies
the music is too loud
and there isn't anyone here who can calm me down.
i was just left alone with myself.
to take in the pain of the beating against my eardrums,
and the hollowness of my chest.
i could feel the breaths in my nose
but nothing in my chest.
it was just nothing.
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Poetrylittle outbursts of my mind splattered and spotted it's found on paper in pen -cmh oklahoma senior
