Looking up at the sky make me never want to leave. Sometimes i sink into my bed thinking about the way i live and grieve. As i close my eyes to go to sleep, i can feel my body floating in the sea. Not only is it peaceful but there are no voices or lost of breath to where I can’t breath. It makes me happy to know your with me; i cry because i want to be with you, to be free.

          My friends are no where to be found because they get chosen first. I’m guessing my personality is too dim. People can only see me in a bad state and want me to get out of there. How many times do i have to tell you my pain is my growth, if i didn’t have it I wouldn’t be humble and let myself die slowly; i just wouldn’t care.

                So since my friends don’t know loyalty and my parents don’t know love i know how to get it and from where? From above, i know its probably annoying talking about God in my poems. But honestly a couple of years ago i cried for love that nobody could give me, my thoughts got the best of me, I seen no point living around dead corpses that took their pain out on me.

  When i was getting humbled I stepped from my point of view. For a moment i stepped in somebody else’s shoes, then i finally realized they have their problems too. My problems are always on paper but i want other teens to know i see what they go through. Not every poem can be about my struggles, my job is to help you.