April 27, 2018
By Rebekah_wonders BRONZE, Asheville, North Carolina
Rebekah_wonders BRONZE, Asheville, North Carolina
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As I walk, I am broken.
As I sit, my legs crumble and allow my pain to be outspoken,
Like granola falling into yogurt.
The pain absorbs me, with a world full of hurt..
When I talk, my throat aches,
And my inner fears quake.
Eye contact dwindles in my brain,
As I forget my own name.
I am a shell of a human being,
I am a knight in front of my insecurities, kneeling.
Faces are pale and ghost-like,
And I feel like my life has me on a non-pedaling bike
Going Nowhere.
I feel it in my hair and in my toes,
When anxiety makes me bite my clothes.
The mirror shows black.
And sitting in warmth makes my back crack.
Because I am made for cold,
At least that is what I am told.
My fingernails stopped growing a while ago,
They must've got diseased with the climax’s of my life, slow
So I suppose I’ll ponder some more on it,
Or maybe I’ll just floor it.

The author's comments:

So, this article just kind of came right out of soul, as silly as that sounds. With school and everything, I've had little time to write for me and not just for an assignment. This is the result of writing for the first time in a while, Hopefully someone can relate and understand what I'm saying. If not, hnopefully someone will enjoy the weirdness :)

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