Jul 2019
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.
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 “
