Senior Year
Not looking forward,
to what lies ahead,
just laying here,
wishing I were dead.
No one to talk to,
nobody cares,
no one with a clue,
how much loneliness I bear.
Come home each day,
a side of relief,
my heart of grey,
so full of grief.
Wishing to leave,
but have to stay,
hoping to heave,
my heavy heart away.
One more year,
that's all I can say,
wont shed a tear,
on my very last day.
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