Growing Pangs Poem by Lindsey Wolf

Is the year worth the time?
I've yet to decide.
I suppose this is how it was designed,
we are all but etchings washed away by tide.

The motivation at once burrowed within
has vacated me thus far and now.
Apathy is one of the seven deadly sin,
I'm too apathetic to know what that endows.

Each day comes with struggles.
The night, the day's affliction.
Is each day a struggle worth struggle?
The night, the day's corruption.

And without a doubt in my mind
this will be the hardest thing I'll ever do,
breaking from all this childhood bind
to move forward thus leave behind you.

I fear upcoming graduation,
I've worked so hard for this alone.
Emancipation tastes so sweet yet bitter,
a departure from all I've ever known.

It was a road paved in tears,
fresher pavement then I care to admit.
It was all for her throughout the years,
but to take her from me was seen fit.

My best friend, my support and all my fight.
I've lost her, she's left me for this life,
in a tunnel, no light for guidance in sight.
Goodbye my best friend, Hello my strife.