"i am the storm within your mind.
i am the emotions that cloud your thoughts.
i am the words you’re choking on.
i am the pain in your chest.
i am the benefit of the doubt.
i am the scars upon your wrist.
i am the impulsive decision that brought you here.
i am the hopelessness you’re feeling.
i am your disparity and your loneliness.
i am that craving for a cigarette.
i am your reminder of Iris.
i am that lingering heartbreak.
i am every painful memory you have.
i am your reflection.
i am nothing like you.
i am your worst enemy.
i am the feelings you hold inside.
i am your depression
AND I will DRAG you DOWN until you’re nothing."

‘No.


I am the words I write.
I am the intelligence in my vocabulary.
I am the poetry I create.
I am the steady beating in my chest.
I am the joy within my smile.
I am the pitch of my own laughter.
I am the decisions that have kept me safe.
I am my hope for a future.
I am my tranquility and my happiness.
I am the song playing on repeat.
I am the feeling I get when I’m holding hands with him.
I am every lesson learned.
I am every friend I’ve made.
I am the girl hiding behind closed doors.
I am what makes me, well, me.
I am your best friend.
I am the things I share.
I am who I really am
AND I’M DYING to get out.'