Note: I called this one Stars, I wrote it in seventh grade for a project.
I wake up every morning expecting that everything will be better than before. It never is I'm stuck with everything that has happened to me since the day I was born. I look to the stars for an answer I never seem to find. As everything I have ever known falls apart never to be put back together. I look to the stars and can't see them. My face turns cold, I lift my hands to my face. As I bring my hands down they are wet. I realize I'm crying. I can't seem to stop. As I cry I wonder why I have thses things happen to me. One lyric that I memerized from a song comea to mind, I say the words softly to myself. "God knows one day that you will finanly see, that scars will heal but we're meant to bleed." If this is true then what is the point in crying for something that will always be stuck in your mind forever. No matter how hard you try it will always come back to you whether you tried to remeber or not. I'm still cold, but I can see the stars. I look to the stars for an answer that I still can't find. So I let go. I let it cave in. I am not perfect, I quit try to be. I am me and that is all.
