Not My Year

My year has been tragic

The absolute opposite of magic.

Filled with constant fear and pain

with nothing left for me to gain.

I could do nothing but complain,

Even though i was going to go insane.

Got ripped away from my birthplace 

Just a few days after my birthday

And worst yet, Hospitalized twice

Could have sworn it was my year to die

Bur I've made it eleven months and still alive.

Just 2 more and I would have made it by.

Twelve months of believing lies.

Twelve months of false hope.

Twelve months to a year.

I hope I don't have to spend the next in Fear.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

whadupMarinda

Stay strong !! Deep ish boo

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