Things are getting better

All my friends last year were awful

they used me and abused me then tossed me to the side

and all the stress this year is undeniable

Like a bag of breaks weighing down my spine

but despite the lack of sleep that I get

I know that I'll wake up to a bright and shinning sun

cuz no matter how low I do sink

I will float back to the top

my life is not distraught 

and honestly things are getting better

This poem is about: 
Me

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