They'll chase after me till I feel too weak to get out of my bed.
They'll capture me just to torture me more than I've already been.
I'm stuck in my head.
I'm full of dread.
I wish there was a "you."
I just don't know what to do.
YOU ARE READING
All's fair in love and poetry
PoetryHi! I just wanted to share some of my poems. I haven't been writing for very long so don't expect these to be awesome.
