To many things to go wrong.
To many people,
To many eyes,
To many opinions.
I can't hide.
Aware of everything,
Every heart beat
Every breath
Every foot step,
Never silent
Always noise
Some noise
Palms sweating
Heart racing
Breath shortens
Tears falling,
But all I'm doing is standing here.
Head spinning,
Knees weaken,
Throat dry,
But why all you were doing is talking to me.
Wanna talk but can't,
Wanna stop but can't,
I wanna leave,
But won't.
The voices control me to much.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From an Almost Dead Girl
PoetryJust a teenager struggling with life who likes poetry. This is a bunch of original poems written all by me some were written during tough times in my life and are old while others are fairly new.I hope you enjoy them.
