I wish there was a way for my words to be known, I just cant figure out how they could be shown.
My life is prone,
steady and still,
I Wonder every single day if I should start writing my will.
If I wrote my will,
this very moment there would be nothing to show for it.
There is nothing in my life,
not even a dad,
Everything I ever once had is gone and it makes me sad. I bottle up my feelings while knowings its unsafe, But this soon the be filled up paper takes me to my happy place. This plain white paper is all I own, all there is to know about me can be read and then known. I go to school and do my best, but all I seem to see are F's on my tests. I was once doing good when I got out of jail, but knowing that I went through that tells me I am destined to fail. I walk the trail, of a depressed little kid, the trail of misery and my sorrow is hid,
never mean to show how I really feel inside, but to be honest all I want to do is run away and hide. Hide from my problems that I will have to face, but in the meantime I am running a race. A race for myself, to stay under control, but I lost all of that when I shattered my hand from punching a pole.
There's a cold metal rod holding my bones together, the pain is excruciating during this cold and soggy whether. The rain is my friend, it hides the tears so nobody can see that I have no friends. If you notice, i roam the halls alone, my existence doesn't matter and it is obviously shown. The closest thing I have, to my name right now, is an amazing girl that doesn't realize that I wear the mask of a clown, if you take a peak you will notice a frown. I don't want people to know there's care, but once someone reads this,
Please do this for me and "Keep Me In Your Prayers?"