Alone. Dark closet. Black light.
Alone. Just me by myself.
Alone. No sound, pure quietness.
Alone. I can't see my hands. It's dark here. Help me. Let me be free. Let me escape this place.
But you can't. Because I'm alone.
YOU ARE READING
This is who I am
Short StoryA collection of multiple poems and short stories that breakdown my existence. I wrote all of these over six years ago when I was in high school. I was going though some rough times. I felt alone, not wanted and I really just needed someone to try to...
