high school is over. and now i sit idle watching old friends and not friends enjoy freedom
as i lay here in bed wishing i was better for myself.
there is no difference. just emptiness added to more emptiness. and at times, i wish i had failed school.
there is nothing for me,
here, right now.
as idle hands and brown eyes just stare blankly at the ceiling thinking of life and what it would feel like
because that is certainly not my life
my life consists of emotional water droplets pouring from an angry but beatiful sky
and my loved ones stand under a tree, hurt, because i am rude and guilty
and i know it.
i only wished for better.
no, hoped for better.
i am no better.
damn me.
{I.F. - 4:23 AM}
