#imdonewriting

[[omg, it’s late, I’m tired, and I feel like nothing matters, so I wrote another poem. Trust me, it’s crap, so read if you dare. It was originally just gonna be a fucking poem but I changed a few words and boom. Jack Frost.]]

I’m scared. There’s nothing around me. But walls, Walls filled with darkness and water. I need a way out of this prison I’m in I could yell and scream, But no one’s around. Why don’t I have a story to tell. Why can’t I… Why can’t I speak to the anyone? Am I alone in this cruel world? What’s wrong with me?