And suddenly it was dark
the kind of pitch black causes children to screech
but little did they know
the dark couldn't scare me anymore

She flies
Wings spread wide
and head held high
Soaring above the clouds
and out of sight
she flies
And as I watch from the ground
a single tear rolls down
my own wings limp behind me
able to do nothing but watch
as she leaves me behind

Wake up,
no breakfast,
it's too early for that.
Go to school,
no sleep,
there's no time for that.
Attend classes,
get stressed,
no time to cry about that.
Survive the morning,
small lunch,
too many people for that.
Go home,
do homework,
no time for anything but that.
Eat dinner,
hold in complaints,
no open ears for that.
Go to bed,
don't sleep,
too awake for that.
Wake up,
repeat the motions,
too late to change that.

Everything hurts
But not stabbing pains
just a dull ache that spreads over me
leaving me helpless to do anything but suffer
my insides itch and my outsides burn
and I don't think I can stop it
I don't think it will ever stop.

Half-full or half-empty?
But does the amount of water
really matter
when the glass shatters...

Exams:
How wonderful they are
Because in the moments leading up to them
I’m ******* happy
A fantastic sense of euphoria
Something I haven’t felt in forever
Because teachers stop teaching
A few days before
Easy reviews and exam prep starts
And I get to relax
Nothing new to learn
Just old things to remember
Then they actually happen
And I remember why they’re so horrid
Cramming the night before
When your friends tell you
The test wasn’t as easy as you’d hoped
And remind you that no amount of prep could prepare you
Exams are ******* hard
Don’t you dare try to tell me otherwise.
I cry myself to sleep after hours of staring blankly at a full sheet of paper
Eyes wandering but not focusing
My mind turned to madness
Euphoria gone all too soon
And I’m back to hating myself
Wanting to quit and give up everything
But I can’t
Because as everybody says
It’s just exams
Like they don’t realize the anxieties and pressure that come from those four letters
I hate them
And the worst part is I know I’ll survive them
And have to suffer through again next year
And the year after that
Until the year that the exams conquer me
Absolutely destroying me inside and out
And I guess I’ll just wait for that to happen
Hopefully sooner rather than later.

I want to write beauty, serenity, peace
And sometimes I start with that
But by the end it’s twisted
Pain, sorrow, chaos
The flow of it may be beautiful
Even though the meaning is anything but.