Poems from rancid-reality

I'm an 18 year old that's a freshman in college. I have an overwhelming passion for music and photography, and hope to become a concert photographer and tour with bands like photographer Adam Elmakias.
I'm barely holding on, I'm slowly letting go of this thing called reality, that's served its final blow I can't keep fighting, I'm not...
It hits hard like a stick on a drum it tears things apart, leaving you numb waiting until you're vulnerable, it takes you by surprise then...
this isn't my home, it's a temporary hell but I won't stand here and say, "Oh well" I'm sick of this life, I'm sick of this pain I'm tired...
The daily torture you can't escape the fearful days you have to face when you walk in, they all stop talking when you walk past, they all...