It may start with not wanting to wake,
Soon progressing to not doing homework.
Grades dropping,
Self esteem toppling.
You feel dumb, and then you feel numb.
You think "Is any of this even worth it?"
You're filled with doubt as you begin to pout,
But then you remember the small things.
When your favorite band comes on the radio,
When you finally draw that second eye correctly,
The sound of applause at the end of a play.
Even as simple as that new episode of a show you watch.
And then you ask once again: "Is any of this even worth it?"
And it truly is.

A blank sheet, full of potential,
so much beauty lies within.

A blank mind, calming the soul,
Though it doesn't feel right.

A blank day, full of nothing,
At least it feels like nothing.

A blank life, full of despair,
It all just seems blank.

Nothing.
Nothing is there.
Just a blank face
In a blank world.

I can't see a thing
The darkness is overwhelming
I can't move
Not my arms, not my legs,
Not my head, not even my eyes,
Or, at least I don't think I can.
I can't tell.
Hell, I can barely think.
That's it! Hell! I'm experiencing Hell!
Though, I'm not sure if it's figurative or literal,
But all I know is that I'm in Hell.
Though, I don't think Hell would be this tight.
Maybe I'm not in Hell.
I don't even know if I'm breathing.
I can't feel it.
I can't feel anything.
I can't see, I can't move,
I can't feel, I can't breathe.
I've figured it out.
Dead. Yes, I'm dead,
and all I've got left are my thoughts.
This must be Hell.

I couldn't even begin to count them all.
Hundreds? Thousands? More?
There was no way of knowing.
Each one was a brilliantly sculpted freckle
That laid upon the night's dark face.
Each hundreds of thousands of light years apart,
Yet all come together as a beautiful painting in the sky.
Each one so much more immense than what meets the eye.
Trillions of moments, millions of lifetimes,
All trapped within a single glance.

Roses are red,
But also different colors,
One isn't even like any other.
Violets aren't blue,
Violets are violet,
Is that so hard to do?
I guess they chose blue just for a rhyme,
Not lilies or lilac or the spice thyme,
But "Violets are blue", is that such a crime?
Whoever said it didn't have to use blue.
There are other colors that rhyme, like green,
But "Violets are blue"? that's just obscene.

The end of school is closing in
The time to put up your pencils and pens
The end comes closer week by week
Each day passing kids shriek and shriek
The end of summer follows it
Bit by bit
The glow of summer dies
And then the school year flies
The end of school is closing in
That's the way it's always been.