Writing

What am I doing?

What am I doing?

I say I love this

and I like to think that I'm good at it

Am I?

I don't think so anymore

I forget to practice for lessons I dread

Twinkle, twinkle

little star

how I wonder what you are

am I your star?

Up above the world so high

that's where you are

that's where I want to be 

i’ve seen my friends in so much pain because of a relationship

so i don’t know how i could ever escape the heartbreak

the heartbreak of losing friends again

I like to think of them as souvenirs 

The spot on my back that the sun kissed so hard

It made a mark

They say that February is the month where the tan lines vanish

when you go to the emergency room
they ask you to rate your pain on a scale of one to ten 

i sit

eyes down

body tense

mind racing

the silence so loud it's deafening. 

my dad stands in front of me