my mind feels trapped. every emotion, thought, and memory is traveling endlessly through it and i can't make it stop. i can feel my heart thumping, driving me insane. life just doesn't seem important anymore. all the people i love have given up on me and there's no turning back. autumn has met its winter and it's going to be a cold one. everything i've ever cared about will turn into ash and swim with the wind. this is me. nothing but a worthless weed that had been accidentally placed into a flower bed. this is me. a girl who has no place except for the lonely spot society has given her. this is me. a waste of space in this cold winter place.
this. is. me.
