Everything is so quiet, the laughter, the screams of joy, Everything.
You take a step back, you try to regain consciousness, but you can't.
For there is a growing ringing in your ears, your thoughts are stuck in the back of your mind, you are stuck in the moment.
And Each time you try to run, to escape, to let everyone you know how much you love them, to say goodbye, you can't.
So here you are standing at the end of Graves, looking at the cracked and discolored tombstones, or there you are holding the hand of those you've cherished so dear to your heart as you cry, and you cry every time, you cry, and you scream, you cry until your eyes burn, and until your throat is raw, and then you're awake.
Your forehead is laced with sweat, your throat is dry, your eyes are red and puffy, but most of all everyone is still alive, your mother can be heard downstairs laughing with your father, your siblings are heard running around arguing amongst one another, and your friends are on the other line of a call, joking, fooling around, and you find yourself not stuck in the moment, but living it.
(NOT MY BEST WRITING BUT IM SO MOTIVATED-(
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Letters from a teenager with the mindset of an adult
PoetryI write poetry about the little thoughts in my head, hope yall enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them!
