A thought?
It kills me.
I think
And think
And think
Until I'm in a completely different world
Where suspicion and assumption fill my head
Where it's all too much
And where I think of the wildest theories imaginable
They kill me
They harm my spirit
They harm my soul
They haunt me
And they won't leave me alone
YOU ARE READING
surviving me
Poetrythe pains the struggles the overall hurt and my, at the time, undying tunnel of darkness starting from fifth grade onward welcome to my past author's note: This is writing from when I was in middle school that I would like to share. Maybe you can...
