i was happy when it ended
excited for the end
no more twisted people
such evil people
gathered all together
all of us together
mocking me with their lives
their beautiful lives
but somehow without them
they're missing, they're gone
everything feels empty
so, so empty
things i'd never missed
the things i hated
are now the things i want most
the things i desire
lunchroom chatter
so much noise
popular kids
except they aren't
long social studies lectures
he was slightly sarcastic
one group of friends
making fun, but they're still home
and also another
leaving me behind, but they're still family
and those who made me realize i'm not alone
maybe i belong, maybe i can be free
they're all gone now
blocked by the screens
we might never go back
april, may, and june
sometimes i want to go back
travel all the way back
and have the silly little problems
all the little things
and be embarrassed and anxious
anything but this
let me out of the void
created by those people
please
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Save The Children
Poesiesave the children from tomorrow, because there's no guarentee that tomorrow exists at all. a collection of poems about the things we need to hear.