just a random poem.

[KoolDev_SW]

This poem is something I wrote during class today. Some people told me it was "great" and others told me it "sucked".

Let me know what ya'll think.

Routines

The world as I see it consists of my room.
Yet, I fail to feel contempt in my own company;
like a hare in a wolfs den, where I can’t obtain the nerves
to speak my personal thoughts-where my feelings are constantly torn apart
like cold pork being demolished by kids wielding forks and knives.
My life has been bombarded by constant hardships and tough times.
School, is where this starts.
SCHOOL is where we are put beside people who don’t care,
School is the place where kids aren’t taught the value of life.
In school, we are taught routine, the same thing, no change.
My routine is the same, yet I lie to myself and say
“It’ll get better”, when I really know it won’t.
Just as cutting is a relief to a suicidal teen or adult.
Music is my relief, music takes my strife away,
music makes the world seem alive.
Next chapter.
My routine:
Music;
Sleep;
School.
repeat.

[mitsuo_wolfblood]

I would like if you contact my therapist at 1-334-475-Sunny

[KoolDev_SW]

I would like if you contact my therapist at 1-334-475-Sunny

K Den