Sometimes I stare at the wall, my mind scattered. I think of what happened all day and hope I live to see another day. I fear I’m missing out while I'm trying to fill in the cracks in my head. Whenever I think of her, what washes over me is dread.
I miss walking through the halls and corridors happily to see my loved ones. But now I keep my head low and feel I’m missing a certain someone.
I’ve given up all hope while others tell me to tie a rope around my neck but I’m still here. Sometimes I ponder about my life and what others think of me and I wonder if I’ll be here next year.
So next year I won't leave anymore cracks or space for anymore people, I’ll just sit and watch everyone as they smile like I’m an invisible nobody and there won't be another sequel to the events from this year. I hope oh I hope that the end to this madness is near.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Poetry By A 6th Grader
PoesiaPoetry written by a 6th grader that I know. She wants to share her poems with the world, and hopes other people enjoy or relate to them.
