I'm 17. I just started to write poems. I'm probably not very good. I love to read books and qoutes and short poems. That's all you need to know. 3 followers / 57 words
I wanna run. Feel free. I wanna explore the world all by myself and maybe even find love on my way. Desire is tremendous. I'm scared. I still wanna go.
It's not my heart that hurts. It's my soul. My lonely, empty, broken soul. My mind will survive. But, my soul will always be damaged. It doesn't matter how much. It's enough to make me feel powerless.