An unfinished poem
an unheard song
two pieces of art
just torn and thrown
...
I can already imagine
myself a year from now
school is ending
and prom dates are stirring
...
Why is life worth living?
It's so much easier to fade away
For the blades of reality cut us
...
It's inevitable, this thing called pain
it's like walking on a sunny day when all of a sudden it starts pouring rain
and the droplets stick to your skin
...