This Old Land Poem by If you look closer you can see that my eyeliner's running XD

where do I go from here?
this land wont let go of me I fear,
and I cant stand the way they look at me
I have to go; I need to be free

Its not that I cant move on...
Its that Im too scared even to just act strong.
And my classes are getting longer each day
I hide in the bathroom just to get away

This old land wont let go of me...
and cant you see that this is killing me...?
This old land is rotting and I need the sight, smell, and touch
forget quiting anything I need the drugs too much
This old land its falling apart...
and we cant fix it cuz we cant find a place to start
this old land where the the dead tries to sleep....
its where I come when I've cut too deep
this old land....its braking me.....brakeing me.....
this old land its....killing me.....killing me.