The world is over.
The walls are tumbling down.
The love is lost.
The tears fall to the ground.
The sky is black.
My eyes are red.
The pain I feel is not close to dead.
The room is tight
I cannot breathe.
The life is gone as you read.
My eyes are closed. My brain is full.
These words come from a young old fool.
This one was written in 10th grade. I showed a teach because I was pretty proud of this one as well. She sent me to the guidance counselor. Thought I was suicidal. “Um no, this is just feelings poured out on paper “