Poem Book

Death is in the air.
I feel like I'm going to explode.
I can't even cry anymore.
My tears won't come out.

I can see it everywhere.
The anxiety,the hurt,everything.

Sometimes I wish I were someone else.
I feel as if I'm not good enough.
Like I can't be myself around certain people.
I can't show my true colors.
With some people, I can't even show them my scars or the reason behind them.

I'm going to explode and soon enough,I'll go crazy.


Not literally.


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This was just a little poem I decided to make. It literally just popped up in my head so I decided to type it out before I lost it.
Hope you like it (:

~Alex