Her life.

by X-lost&alone-X   Sep 30, 2006


She ran outside with tears on her cheeks,
Not knowing if she can take much more of this.
Her dad was screaming from behind her,
Reminding her of everything she�s done wrong.

She comes back to the house two hours later,
Her parents are both asleep in their room.
She crawls into her bed and turns on the TV,
Tears still on her face, she falls asleep.

Its 7:00 and she�s going to be late,
Her mom�s screaming at her for something,
But she doesn�t have the time to listen,
She runs out of the house towards her bus.

First period she gets sent to the office,
As requested by the vice principle.
He suspects she doesn�t care about school,
But what he doesn�t know is that shes trying.

Next comes the slowest period of them all.
No one in that class is a friend to her,
All she gets is dirty stares from the other girls.
The bell rings and she runs out into the halls.

Third period goes by just like it always does,
Science is one of the classes she struggles in.
The teacher never comes around to helping her,
She doesn�t want to take this class again.

Finally its time for her to have lunch,
Its supposed to be a good thing, right?
She doesn�t have any friends to hang out with,
Sitting on the bench, wishing the day would be over.

She comes to fifth period five minutes late,
Luckily this teacher is easy - going and doesn�t care.
She pretends to listen to the boring history lectures,
While pictures of broken hearts appear on her page.

She goes on the bus when its time to go home,
Sits with the person who used to always be there for her.
They still talk to each other about school and boys,
But inside she knows they�re friendship will never be the same.

Im sorry if its not that good, i wrote it quickly, but its basically how my days go by.

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  • 17 years ago

    by b r i d g e t

    U must have such a shit time time at skool... i complretely undertrtand alot the stuff.. last year went thru a bad patch n none my friends stuck by me, keep writing babe xx

  • 17 years ago

    by Silkenscarf

    It's all completely understandable, I myself have many of the same problems. I've drifted away from most of my friends... Anyway, good poem.