Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

All alone.

I grip my teddy tight,

 

as the darkness rolls over me,

 

"YOU'RE ALL ALONE, ALL ALONE"

 

I hate my anxiety...

 

 

Every day, the darkness rolls,

 

making me afraid.

 

"YOU'RE ALL ALONE, ALL ALONE"

 

Loud like an air raid.

 

 

Small lights will appear,

 

saying I'll be alive.

 

"YOU'RE ALL ALONE, ALL ALONE"

 

My esteem takes a nosedive.




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback