It’s a struggle on all counts I feel stuck.Held to the ground by the roots of my past.Standing alone in the cold darkness surrounding me.Offering no way out.With a silence so deafening.I can’t even hear my own heartbeat.There’s not much left. 

It’s a struggle on all counts

I feel stuck.
Held to the ground by the roots of my past.
Standing alone in the cold darkness surrounding me.
Offering no way out.
With a silence so deafening.
I can’t even hear my own heartbeat.
There’s not much left. 

As much as I tell myself I don’t.
Meeting a Minnesotan at your out-of-state college minnesota-life:

Meeting a Minnesotan at your out-of-state college