Still here...

November 11, 2011
By Terraincognita BRONZE, North Richland Hills, Texas
Terraincognita BRONZE, North Richland Hills, Texas
4 articles 15 photos 36 comments

Favorite Quote:
Through our hold of reality we gain morality.


Three-hundred seventy one days I cry.
Nothing left but to die a little more.
For what and to what is this dept i pay?
Outside I smile filled with joy each morn,
tears drip from the cracks of my heart,inside.
The drips join the flood ready to burst out,
it rims and frights till... down my cheek it rides.
Sorry, but I can't tell you what it's about....
Don't pout and don't try to figure it out.
I'm fine, the world goes on its round-a-bout...


The author's comments:
This sonnet displays the emotions hidden under the surface of every teen suffering great loss. Family at war, friend a who's deathly ill, loss of your true self, a dear one lost to drugs, and a loved one who passed on.

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