These streets
So dark
So cold
I walk them to the end
Sad and lonely
Nervous and alive
The feeling
Stays strong
As I quicken my pace
I am invincible
Undefeatable
And always underestimated
I am running
Through these streets
But my lungs don't burn
I am running
Through these streets
But my legs don't ache
You can't stop me
Not now
Not ever
Do not test me
For you shall not
Ever win
I am no longer human
But instead
Something more
Something that
Can never die
No matter what
And now
At the end
Of these streets
My heart
So cold
And so dark
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Poetic Scriptophobia
PoetryA book of poems that probably aren't that great, but I write them anyway because I have nothing better to do. Warning! Some of my poems are about topics such as depression, self harm, rape, and anxiety. They may also contain course language. Please...
