futile This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


sometimes
     i can't breathe.
air filled with holes that
suck me in
      spit meout.
sometimes
      i can't speak.
people too eager to
twist mearound
      lose my meaning.
sometimes
      i can't live.
world readyto pounce at
the slightest sound
      of nothing moving.
today
      itried again.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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