In a chaotic world
of eight billion people,
each hidden away
in their own
separate lives,
be remembered for
being the person
who brings others joy,
who makes people smile,
who can brighten someone’s
day in the blink
of an eye.
Be remembered
for being a great person.
Posted in response to the challenge Sentence.
I am 15, a rising sophomore struggling mentally. Can’t motivate myself to do much, still dreading the first day of school. I often find the phrase “I can’t” pouring out of my mouth as I feel out of control, laying in my mom’s arms.
My body
drowning in a
hoodie and sweatpants
knowing it won't
and can't
muster the energy
to get up.
Not that I
need to.
It's the middle
of the night.
But it seems
When you’re trapped
in a place you can’t escape,
routines that never end,
drowning under piles of paper,
with the deafening sounds
of endless haunting expectations
Comments
i like this
there’s not enough happy poems
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