IndieSoul
12th April 2009, 05:30 AM
I write poems to express what I don't feel ok to share with other people. I wrote this one in math class a couple weeks ago. What do you think of it?
Oh, I feel so sick.
So run down and tired.
I don't want to be here anymore,
afraid,
alone in this dark, windowless hell.
This classroom.
Right now, I am slowest.
Like a drug, crashing down on my system.
It's the part of my life,
each and every
single day,
when I walk to class.
Shaking, sweating,
running.
Running so I don't collapse under the pressure.
I wish I could get my body out of this place.
But only my mind is able to flee.
Away from a world of stress and despair.
No, I really can't stand it any longer.
I have to leave this place,
right
now.
So I gather up my possessions,
and my courage.
And I leave.
Don't know where I'm even going to.
But at least
I won't die here.
To me, it seems like something is missing. If there is anything I could do to make it better, please let me know :)
Oh, I feel so sick.
So run down and tired.
I don't want to be here anymore,
afraid,
alone in this dark, windowless hell.
This classroom.
Right now, I am slowest.
Like a drug, crashing down on my system.
It's the part of my life,
each and every
single day,
when I walk to class.
Shaking, sweating,
running.
Running so I don't collapse under the pressure.
I wish I could get my body out of this place.
But only my mind is able to flee.
Away from a world of stress and despair.
No, I really can't stand it any longer.
I have to leave this place,
right
now.
So I gather up my possessions,
and my courage.
And I leave.
Don't know where I'm even going to.
But at least
I won't die here.
To me, it seems like something is missing. If there is anything I could do to make it better, please let me know :)