7 th grade

7th grade, in the middle of middle school, friends come and go, thought i wouldn't be able to make it, thought about hurting myself, Mybe being out of the picture would have been better, 7th grade, a year when my ride cam crashing down on me, nobody liked me, nobody cared about me, no firends, no day to live by, as the year ended; i knew it would be fine, teachers were mean, kids were mean, and my parents were mean, but at the end of 7th grade, i had made it, i was done, i was still here. just me and no one.