Teen Poetry Collections


by a young woman, age 17

Pain is my whole being.
Breathing comes labored as if the
world is on my chest.
Spasms rock my body from head
to toe.
My vision is blurred from a river that
flows through my eyes.
Not that it matters—my pain
            only lets me see darkness.
            What is light?
I fear I am dead walking this
            earth with nothing to give.
My heart beats no more only
disintegrates a little more each day.
The afterlife is no worry to me.
My soul has been shredded.
What little pieces were still there
were slowly shocked out by ice.
I do not understand why I am
            here if I am truly no more.