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...

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