Star

I close the windows

Lock the doors

Turn off the lights

I don’t ever want to leave this room.

I am tired of drowning

In a world

That has never prepared me to swim.

There are ten days left until the first day of my freshman year,

And I am fearful.

Fearful of drowning under the thrashing waves,

For I have been taught to survive 

but never to truly live.

One day,

             you will feel pain so excruciating it becomes abstruse. You will feel numb, detached from the world, lost in a void of darkness.