Flushed Down

A look back at a poem I wrote my junior year of high school...haha, oh the days...



Flushed Down


At 17, depressed
Dreams aren't within my reach
And I am told
they never will be.

I stand, alone
on my own two feet
About to fall,
unsteady.
I raise my head to the black sky
shuddering
screaming for
someone to help me
someone to comfort me
someone to lead me
someone to love me.

There are two parents
Her-I love.
Yet, she wants me to be what I am not.
Him-I hate.
More concerned with masturbation than communication.
Bruises and scars on the heart and physical body
are all I have.

All of the pain chokes me in bed at night.
I always pray for tomorrow to be better.

Yet, it may never come.



This was written like I said, my junior year of high school after we had a bad family incident. It goes to show that everything impacts you more than you think...