Escape is impossible. The people I know pulling at my strings slowly. Like a ball of yarn, I come undone. Escape is almost impossible. The homework piles up as my stress takes ahold of me. Escape is possible. High school is soon, but most people are excited. That excitement, I don't get. People painted the picture it's gonna be a lot harder and my brain may not be able to handle it. Escape is impossible. What is impossible for you?
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Lotus's Nightmares
PoetryHUGE TW: Depression, suicide, self-harm This is a poem series originally named "Frog's Feet". It is a series of poems I have written during my hard times. This will be continued until I forget about it. Forewarning you to not read this is you have t...
