Thursday Nov 14.
I'm eating my cereal right now. I have to leave for school in 20 minutes since I have nothing better to do I'm going to write.
I had a nightmare last night. I don't actually remember it but I woke up screaming. Usually my mom comes in to help me calm down, but she's not here. I had to calm myself down before I had another panic attack. It was hard but I actually did it. I should probably tell my therapist that things are getting bad again, even though I don't like her . I don't like any therapists though. I have a very valid reason not to trust any of them. I don't think I could handle writing about that right now though. Maybe another time?
I have to go to school now. I'll be writing later for class...
~Meiko
Topic: Write a poem
I don't think that's really a topic it's more like a command but ok here goes nothing...
Running in circles
don't know what it means.
While life literally falls apart
at the seams.
Chasing dreams
that never come true.
Crying at night.
Staring at the moon.
Wanting to get away.
Being confined
in this cage.
Knowing there's nothing more
but still the urge to explore.
A pain that can't be shaked.
A darkness that can't be escaped.
Can't help this feeling
that everything's wrong.
Unspoken words
to the unwritten song.
Seeing red.
Bleeding blue.
This can't be real.
It can't be true.
Getting closer to secrets in the air
this isn't happening
this isn't fair.
Breaking to pieces
can't keep it together.
Praying to God for less stormy weather
what to do when it comes pouring down
Screaming at night
without making a sound
How's it possible
not to see?
This isn't right
but this is me.
I'm not really sure what this is about. I started off thinking about my nightmares but it kinda took on a life of its own. I probably sound like a stoner but I'm not on drugs. Pinkie Promise.
~Meiko
(I wrote that poem in the middle of the night about 2 years ago... I still have no idea what its about)
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Fiksi RemajaMieko is a not so average senior in high school. She has no friends, and her mom is barely ever around. Her life revolves around the stories she reads day after day. Her life literally feels like it is falling apart, and she finds comfort writing in...