Random Thinking

A pencil in my hand
I feel I have to write
I think of all I can
As I lay here tonight

Love, friendship, sadness, hate
What more can I write
What should I leave up to fate
Every feeling, voice and sight

To see the world pass by
Ive been through it all
Love, hate and suicide
And yet I stand up tall

I have fought and lost
And won some as well
It all has a cost
But it's a lesson learnt well

All teenagers go through
No adult remembers
The pressures of being 'cool'
And the real coldness of december

As I write these thoughts down
Everything I once knew
Nothing happens, not a sound
As I think of what to do

This poem must end here
Although my thoughts live forever
With every smile and every tear
I can't forget this never!