I stow away into the mountains,
To remember how to breath.
But, away from everyone,
It became apparent...
It isn't oxygen that I need,
But space and time,
And a few moments away,
From the thoughts that are killing me.
I want to escape,
But I don't know how,
To get away from ME.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
