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i miss 7th grade

glass shards crashing in all directions,

i am shaken to the core.

the look of desperation,

to live one day more.

i want to live my worse days,

depression take me back to that whore.

life when i had a purpose,

i cant write no more.

please make me a kid,

a 7th grade bore.

i'd do anything to go back to 7th grade,

even if it meant being locked up like before.

im so bored,

8th grade left me too woke.

life as a parasite,

supporting Elliot and Alyssa,

I'm a stupid fan girl.

i love samantha,

i love posting on tumblr,

i love getting high on pills to make my brain explode,

but i think i loved my innocence more.

i loved sadie,

i loved olivia so much.

i loved cutting myself raw,

sucking in my tummy more and more.

i liked the hunger,

i miss isla and seitz,

wilson i miss more.

i miss being suicidal,

i still am but not like before.

oh 7th grade take me home,

i long for it now that its gone.

my poems didn't ryme,

but my stories were good.

gerstmar was my only true home,

holy fuck im a freshmen,

im 14 but minus 2 and im free,

NF and lil peep,

i don't listen to them anymore.

I want to go home,

im crying and my hair is a mess,

anything to relive that pain once more,

callie and toby please text me back.

olivia i saw you,

i grabbed brooklyns had to show i could pull.

we all know i'm not dating brooklyn,

we all know it was for show.

your hair was short,

that brown hair i miss.

i have the urge to cry,

what happened to the numb?

how do i get that feeling back?

best time was the worst.

am i sick for romanticizing trauma?

im more sick then before.

im so bad,

im so crazy i think.

pls take me home,

take me to where i was most sick.