When the wake is rough and the docks make me nervous.. Sometimes I imagine me, floating on the water's surface. Not because I want to die,
By A. L. B.5 years ago in Poets
I am alone, at least so it seems. I cannot breathe. I can't break free. The voices get louder with each passing day. I cannot run.
This is me; this is who I am when I am no longer lost in the foreboding silence caused by society. This is the side of me that lingers in the shadows until I'm sure I am alone.
By A. L. B.6 years ago in Poets