feelinglost
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
