Art Room Poem by Kaeim Latrom

Engulfed within the warmth of gloom.
I sit still, inside the art room.
Void of any emotion but I feel empty.
The urge to scream was almost tempting.

I was desperate for a company.
A dead-weight, humming sad symphony.
With eyes heavy and breath steady,
I gave in to my pride and envy.
I walked away with heart heavy.

Things planned out, choices that I doubt.
I'm not ready. What's more scary?
Me? My mind? My heart? My soul?
I wish to live but I don't wanna grow old,
I wish to die but I wanna be forever young.