Teen Ink

See it but never feel it. Get close, only to push it away. “Don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone” Epitome of my life. What is wrong with me? What makes me so...

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how...

   The winds of time blow gently,A babe begins to cryAnd life begins anew.Steady years bring steady winds,Where days of good have gentle breezesAnd days of dark bring gusts of misery...