Guess what? It's senior year


It feels like I’m chocking, there’s no air to breath

my dreams lay broken as I gasp for anyone to see.

They it’s too difficult to take the next step,

but I know I would make if they would just give me a chance.


I’ve heard the arguments as I sit upon my bed.

Life isn’t fair and it is by no means right,

but I swear to God I want to give it a try.

I want so much and by that I’m only human,

but most of all I want to continue moving.


The words strung together in desperation,

it’s too hard, it costs too much,

finance and loans.

My powers out and water pools the floor

I don’t know what to do.


It’s become too much.

I’m afraid of the future as I’m held down by my past,

my present stings and I don’t know how to act.

Light is fading as I gasp beneath my sheets,

I think I’d rather just go to sleep.


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