I was runnin’ far away,
Wonderin’ if I’ll slip one day,
Fallin’ fast—will I hit the ground?
Pulled down,
Like I’m buried underground,
While the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round.
I don’t know who I am.
The light cuts sharp, too bright,
I’m burning up inside the night.
Thought I was getting better,
But I’m back where I started—
How did I get here?
I am just terrified,
Feels like a waste of a young heart.
So tell me,
Will you hear it stop?
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Author:
Jodie (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: August 28th, 2025 16:45
- Comment from author about the poem: First time i've felt the need to write in awhile
- Category: Sad
- Views: 8
Comments1
The last two lines make this poem. To hear a heart stop one must be listening and therefor care. Well done
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