𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬

.x.

every day
is the same.

wake up,
go to school,
come home,
go to bed.

all i want
is to have
something
different.

i want to
run away
and never
come to this
damn town
ever again.

why does
everyone
want to be
doing drugs
in the bathroom
and failing class

if i

work so hard
that my mind
breaks down
every night?

i'm sick
of this game
and i
want out.