Elliott Schoenung-Cranley

As I write this,

I listen to sad music.

I sit in a classroom

That holds four children.

As I write this,

My mind is blank.

Two kids talking,

And one on their phone.

As I write this,

I feel out of place.

It's only seventh hour,

But it feels like time is frozen.

As I write this,

I am just a shell.

There is no point,

No one understands me.

As I write this,

I forget who I am.

My fingers just move,

I'm not controlling them.

As I write this,

My soul isn't present.

13:43,

That's the time.

As I write this,

I can't hear or see.

I have no mind,

I can't speak.

As I write this,

I feel cold.

It's quiet,

My vision tunneled.

As I write this,

I lose my emotion.

I put it all in here,

Forgetting to express it.

As I write this,

I feel empty.

- Jordan Schoenung