Another My Life!
"If I die before I wake
I know The Lord my soul
Won't take...."
-Barton Hollow, The Civil Wars
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It's my last year of middle school
Oh, what a nice surprise
But it's not, not really
When I realize I have to leave a lot behind
When graduation is here
Every girl will be in a pretty dress
And every guy will dress up nice
And I'll be making a mess
My friends and I will probably laugh
And my parents will probably cry
And my brothers won't care
But it'll mean more than we'd lie
Maybe everyone will go somewhere
To celebrate our last year
I'll be with my friends
Shedding no tears
We'll be laughing like crazy
Because I know my friends
And I'm really hoping
That none of this ends
Because if this ends
I don't think I could take it
Because if they all left
The match would be lit
And I would burn myself
Smoking and crying
In my room alone
Silently hoping
That this will get better
That high school won't be worse
But it won't get to that
Because I won't scream myself hoarse
My friends all care
I know they do
When one of them saw my cuts
She told me to stop too
Two of my friends know
I'm planning on telling the rest
Except for the two who will talk
So I'm not going to put them to the test
So when I do tell
What am I supposed to do
Wait for it to sink in
Or just leave them too
Will they support me
Because that seems likely with my friends
Or will they leave
Let it end?
I shouldn't think this
It's not healthy
It like when I cut
Using a blade on my body
There's also this guy
I want to impress
But he's way out of my league
And I always dress [nice]
I don't try
When I get ready for school
Because I don't want to be one of those girls
Who try but say they don't because there are too many of them at school
And he's actually started talking to me
And I wish he likes me back
But of course he won't
Because who would love a girl who's mind is black
But again
I really shouldn't be thinking this
Because it's too early to tell
And there's an inevitable kiss.
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Meh. *_*
I think that was pretty okay, though, except for that one line where I had to put nice after dress and it didn't rhyme.
Or maybe it did and I'm just an idiot.
-Kat
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PoesíaThe creative writing of a thirteen year old going through her last year of middle school. Please welcome the author as she gives you a glimpse of her thoughts, dreams, actions, and just her life in general.