Just breathe

She took a deep breathe,
count to three.
She sits in class and hear dreaded words. 
"Welcome to highschool," it said.
She told herself to count to three and 
just breathe. 
Jumbled thoughts,
brand new school supplies.
She thought she walk into her own hell. 
A year later,
sophmore year , a year she thought it would be,
circle of friends,
comfortability,
and hope to push her far. 
Oh, boy was she wrong. 
Harder tests,
more responsibilites. 
She lost her mother. 

Happy and kind, they thought,
never thought she was blind.
Yes she, could see. 
Blinded by darkness. 
She drowning in her own saddness.
Slowly sinking into dark, 
no one to pull her out. 
She walks into junior year.
Things have no meaning anymore.
No circle of friends,
no comfort spot.
Her heart beating but dead.
She walks around lifeless. 
She says she fine. 
Stress gotten to her,
responsibilites,
lost of hope.
She remembers her mother face.
"Welcome senior year," it said. 
Never would have thought she made here.
Average grades you would say, 
ratty converse.
They say its the most important year,
college, 
army, 
or whatever. 
Its the year where you decided what to be. 
More responsibilites,
homework,
where would it end she thought.
She thought back to her freshmen year.
Where her mother said,

"Count to three and just breathe."

And she was going be okay once again.