I'm only 17
I feel more like 70
Ready to make my bed
For the final time
Just like every other time
I want to see so much
With no means to see it all
I want to get to the good parts of life
Right now seems so folded up
So much to worry about
Too much to get done
I always put my heart first no matter what
My heart says soccer and track
Work come second
That needs to change
I need to make money to pay for the things
That get me to where I need to be
Time makes this so hard
Summer is almost over again
I don't know how
But it is
In a week
I will be straining my body
Hoping my lungs won't fail me
There is no knowing how much they can take
Before I'm in danger of an asthma attack
I wish I were past this
I'm ready to be put to rest
I want to say I've gone through life
And made it to death
But everyone can say that in the end
I feel all sorts of crazy
All I want to do is push on
But I feel like I'm blinded
I feel alone
Because I'm alone with my thoughts
That can not translate into words so I feel
Absolutely lost.