I’m sick of it.
Sick of not being cared for
Sick of being known as the kid with no future

Honestly, I don’t know what to do. People look at me like I’m nobody. My friends are the only people who respect me, and only one of them know the real me. She gets through to me and I get through to her. But even still, I feel alone

Just alone
Left on the outside
In the freezing cold.

On the verge of giving up the fight. She likes him. She means everything. I never made a scene, but on the inside, there are wars every day…

Life < Love
My body lives
But my soul is gone
I’m crying on the inside.
Dead on the out.

I hope one day she reads this, and she can see the real me.

The poet
The lover
The rebel