Senior Year

The biggest lie I ever told myself was that I wouldn't stay up too late 

Studying or doing work.

Now that I'm on my senior year of high school all of that

Went out the window.

 

I'm stressed and tired I hardly ever sleep anymore

I don't even feel alive

I'm just going through the motions

 

Someone once told me my senior year

Would be the best year of my life

But it just feels like hell

 

There is so much pressure to know what you're going to do 

with your life and what you're going to study

And where you're going to go

 

Sometimes it feels like too much and I just want to escape

And leave everything behind

But I can't I have resposibilities and people who count on me

 

So I have to stay and try my best to

Make the best out of a bad situation

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741