I look out the window and wonder what my future is going to look like.
It's kinda hard to be imaginative when you don't believe you are going to be there the next day.
Each day going on like it's your last, but instead of living it to the fullest,
you are waiting for the moment when they take you away.
You sit there looking at the sky hoping that a lighting strikes where you are at and kills you.
Hoping that a car flies through the window and comes right at you.
You look away from the window and look at the people sitting around and wonder why they deal with you,
why do they talk to you everyday?
why do they think you are so amazing?
The thing they don't know is that you're not.
You're worthless and unwanted but you continue to sit there,
because it beats being by yourself and letting your thoughts consume you,
because those are more dangerous than any weapon in the world.
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Heartache, Tears, and Sunshine
PoetryThese are a collection of poems that I have created through the hardships I faced throughout high school. They talk about my heartbreaks from breakups, the tears of frustration I shed, and the happiness that later ensued.
