your picture glowed
in this dark place
not a light to be
seen
except
your glowing
portrait

i found
your notebooks
and as i thumbed
through them
i cried

the lights grew
dimmer and
the room went
dark
but the
picture of
you glowed

they placed me
upon an old trunk
and it was there
i saw a picture
of you
and sad loving
memories return

they took me
into a ***** room
with purple lights
and there they left me
now i'm trapped and
can't get out

they help me
spill out my
emotions
with pen
and paper
in hand
fingers
grasping ink pens
wounded heart
no longer bleeding
but left to heal
from its pain
and wounds
and at night
when thoughts
come to mind
notebooks
pour out the
words from
my heart

i love school
because i love
to learn new things
and find out what
i want to do
with my life
and i haven't
decided yet
but i suppose
i will
when that
time comes

i like it
even though i
get bullied on
and called names
because i want to learn
and i am always learning
new things at school
school is also for
making mistakes
and i make
plenty of them
because we
can learn
from our
mistakes what
to do better

school is out now
more time to write
more time to roam
it is sweet but sad