Learn more about other poetry terms

Sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating, and i don't want to be saved Sometimes i imagine a tombstone, with my full name engraved I dream of my funeral, the people who would cry,
Dance and writing are my outlets. The two things that make me the happiest. Two things I don't do nearly enough of. Maybe that's why I feel sad, stuck, Like something's pent-up, caged, Because they are.
Red is what I look No color can express me Blue is what I feel Combine all three I am finally Free
Subscribe to feelinglost