Poems

Suffocating

I'm bewildered by my own mind
Trapped inside a lonesome crime
Not a single good thing in me I could find
What was I even searching for all this time?

I have spent years yearning,
conquering what I was fearing.
I yearned for freedom
in a huge quiet kingdom

I wanted to be the queen
My heart always wanted to win
I wanted to be the king
But I only ended up suffocating

— 𝑺.𝓛 —