Poems from BethanyG11
I am feeling that kind of sadness that starts in your fingertips;
it trails up your arms through your veins.
You feel it in your shoulders...
Being next to you reminds me of the time when I stood next to my screen door
during a tornado;
If it's my time to go then take me, becuase...
I tend to ignore my professors
and my responsiblities
and my needs
I don't shower as often as I should
I have no desire to leave my room
I'...
The bed sheets,
There, in the corner!
No, the other one!
It's not even.
No, I'm not kidding, I can't sleep with it like that!
The door,
The...
It eats away at me
It is my arms
It is my tree trunk legs
I can hear my lips smack together
I keep eating
It eats away at me
It is my big...