if i had one wish
it would be to see in to the future
but as long as you’re in it
there’s nothing i would change

I’m sorry that I couldn't tell you how I was feeling,
I'm sorry that I always left relationships
broken and scarred.
I'm sorry I told you I was fine,
when in all reality I wanted to take my own life.
I wanted to tell you about what was going though my head,
I really did.
I really wanted to discuss
how thoughts of harming myself filled my head,
or how close I was one night to taking a whole bottle of unidentified medicine,
or how I've become so distant from you guys.
I just ended up filling my mind with decisions I’d dread in the morning.
I left you guys,
And replaced the feelings I had with this emotionally inexpressible teen.
I’m sorry that I began to feel this way,
You have to believe all I wanted was happiness,
But I simply couldn’t gain strength to do so,
but I’m here now.

young people’s dreams are crushed
by the place they go where they are taught
to learn a cookie cutter way
and that their gifts are not gifts
in a world like this
we’re meant to be robots
creativity and originality is
simply dismissed

we could all be a teacher
we’re all wise about something
taught lessons we didn’t ask for
as we make our way through life
and we can teach people going through
similar things
what we learned from those lessons
we’re all just naive students and teachers
in this school called life
that have learned so much
and have so much to tell about
yet have so much to learn

you’ll never know
probably ever
the impact you have on a strangers life
by simply being kind
you may keep them alive
so even on your worst days
be a nice person
because even if you want to die
you may save someone’s life

i've never been
to any other
highschool
in my life.
therefore,
i cannot speak
for all schools.
but, i can speak
for my school.
about every other
student here is
a druggie.
which means
you have your choice
of two crowds.
but once you choose,
at the beginning
of your freshman year,
you can't change your mind.
and the teachers here
rarely teach.
they throw slideshows up
and blame you for not
paying attention
if you actually get
the nerve
to go up
and ask for help.
our principal
promotes
mental health,
but doesn't give any
resources for
mental breakdowns,
anxiety, or
depression.
sitting in classrooms
for eight hours,
with people you
can't stand,
with nowhere to go
will completely
destroy someone
especially someone
already
suffering.

it can be so incredibly amazing
yet so incredibly isolating
to realize you’re one of a kind
and no one will understand your mind

thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright

the end goal is happiness
we all just have different ways of getting there