I just don't want to be here. But yet, It feels so comforting to hide away and disappear. Under my blankets and under my pillow, A cave where I can hide. A place where I don't exist. A place where I can die.
Okay to be honest this poem doesn't have a title, I just put something random at the title....I wrote after the poem when I got out of my 1:30 class. He's a shark in my nightmare. (look up what dreaming of sharks mean and you'll understand)
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It's a little depressing, but you can really feel the emotion. I like the part "Under my blankets and under my pillow/ A cave where I can hide". The reason I like it is because you compare this safe haven to a cave which is usually dark and dirty. I like it. Keep it up.
It's a little depressing, but you can really feel the emotion. I like the part "Under my blankets and under my pillow/ A cave where I can hide". The reason I like it is because you compare this safe haven to a cave which is usually dark and dirty. I like it. Keep it up.