Why does no one consider the fact
that even though I'm smart enough
to go above and beyond
that I could be a leader
and change the world
I don't want to
I just want to live my life
go to college
get a degree
and then a job
I know I can do anything I put my mind to
But I'm already struggling enough
Most of my energy goes to stay alive
So who cares if I'm capable of doing more
I just want to wake up one day and not dread the fact that I'm still alive
It's not that I don't think I'm incapable of changing the world
I just want to live
And love it
Why do I dread the fact that I'm still alive...
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
