Walking into walls doesn’t get me far,
but it looks like a life-lasting war.
I guess my feelings don’t matter,
and all my dreams just took a big splatter.
I just want to be happy,
so the rest of my life doesn’t seem too crappy.
The energy for doing anything is running low,
why can’t someone who wanted to live take my life to borrow?
Why doesn’t anyone understand,
my life and emotions are somethings I can barely withstand.
I just want my life to be finished,
or I could just be vanished.
please oh please this is what I ever wished,
I don’t want to be somewhere where I always feel like I’m being punished.
This poem was written/submitted by Robyn Lidochek.