I remember the day of dread

My body and heart laid flat

On the cold hard floor of my room

The isolate and silent room

Where most of memories of hatred arose

Never did I learn something new

I have always been the sad and silent kid

With the emotions of a river

Ever flowing in different directions

Shaping my path for what I found to know

As my agonizing hell of the mind I held

I still wonder whether today is my last day

I still wonder if today will be the day

I still look for a reason to live

My reasons are often Useless

I have never lived a life with so much pain

I’ve been told you only Get one

So, make it worth it

But mine is Worthless

-Alejandro Coronado