I sit in class
Thinking your name
Not really learning
No educational gain
I sit with my pencil
Held tight in my hand
While the teacher tries to teach us
the area of the land
But I don't pay attention
Thinking of you
I don't think of numbers
Of solving out clues
I just want to say
Because I must learn
You taught me a lot
More than I yearn
More ever than
the school will teach
to stand up and fight
against the leach
You keep me alive
Everyday now
You help me
in way that are wow
By being caring
or writing poems
By being funny
A bunch of no ones
Except for to me
I'm really just blessed
If I believed in God
I might hate him less
For the joy
I realize now
he gave to me
was larger than a cow
You are my buddys
My simple secure
I think that you all
will supply the cure
To happiness and greatness
in my life
to keep me sane
and away from my knife
So here I stand
on the edge of the clift
I don't jump over
Instead my arms lift
Because I feel
A bit better now
I <3 you my friends
Thank you to all
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
شِعرPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
