Yay
Today sucked a huge penis. I was so upset at the swim meet, It started when I found out none of my friends were going to come and then My dad was being a bitch and then when I walked over to see my friends these kids were all like we dont want you hear you jesus natzi something or another and i just walk away. I got me really upset and then got me depressed thinking about the harasment t hat I get from kids everywhere. and I'm so tired of it.
I wrote another poem, its kinda about it except it ends up sad. Which I hope to god I dont end up like the person in the poem
Light at the end of the runway
There is a light at the end of the runway.
My legs move quickly as I pace my self.
Going faster, I run through the disgusting sewers.
The sewers with mold sticking out
from the creases
of the gutter.
There is a light at the end of the runway.
and my run slowly fades into a Dreadly walk.
I cannot move, my body embraced
by the slimy substance hanging from the ceilings.
I am stuck like a bug
in a spider web.
There is a light at the end of the runway.
People start laughing at me.
Fingers point and I hear words being
exerted out from the mouths of my peers.
Throwing rocks and stones at me
Kicking up dirt creating a smoky fog.
There is a light at the end of the runway.
and I start to inhale the dust created by the
bystanders trying to slow me down.
I start to panic.
My oxygen supply is low.
I can't breathe.
There is a light at the end of the runway.
and I can't make it there.
A solemn tear falls from my eye.
Then more proceed as I start to weep.
I can't control my self
but no body cares.
And then I see the light at the end of the runway
I start to return to a fast walk again.
Pulling through the slime and muck of the sewers.
My lungs open up to let the oxgen pass through.
and now I can breathe.
Now I can breathe.
Im almost at the light at the end of the runway.
My fast walk breaks into a run.
I cry out tears of laughter and happiness.
I scream like I've never screamed before.
The laughter of my peers continue,
but I try to ignore it.
I am about to enter the light at the end of the runway,
but then I collapse to the ground
and start crawling to the light because
I cannot handle the excitment.
and right before I enter the light
my body shuts down.
There is a light at the end of the runway
my still figure lays there like a squished bug
after being slammed into the woven spider web
The dialated look in my eyes of excitment
the expression on my face, of laughter and joy
but I never made it there.
The light at the end of the runway.
I wrote another poem, its kinda about it except it ends up sad. Which I hope to god I dont end up like the person in the poem
Light at the end of the runway
There is a light at the end of the runway.
My legs move quickly as I pace my self.
Going faster, I run through the disgusting sewers.
The sewers with mold sticking out
from the creases
of the gutter.
There is a light at the end of the runway.
and my run slowly fades into a Dreadly walk.
I cannot move, my body embraced
by the slimy substance hanging from the ceilings.
I am stuck like a bug
in a spider web.
There is a light at the end of the runway.
People start laughing at me.
Fingers point and I hear words being
exerted out from the mouths of my peers.
Throwing rocks and stones at me
Kicking up dirt creating a smoky fog.
There is a light at the end of the runway.
and I start to inhale the dust created by the
bystanders trying to slow me down.
I start to panic.
My oxygen supply is low.
I can't breathe.
There is a light at the end of the runway.
and I can't make it there.
A solemn tear falls from my eye.
Then more proceed as I start to weep.
I can't control my self
but no body cares.
And then I see the light at the end of the runway
I start to return to a fast walk again.
Pulling through the slime and muck of the sewers.
My lungs open up to let the oxgen pass through.
and now I can breathe.
Now I can breathe.
Im almost at the light at the end of the runway.
My fast walk breaks into a run.
I cry out tears of laughter and happiness.
I scream like I've never screamed before.
The laughter of my peers continue,
but I try to ignore it.
I am about to enter the light at the end of the runway,
but then I collapse to the ground
and start crawling to the light because
I cannot handle the excitment.
and right before I enter the light
my body shuts down.
There is a light at the end of the runway
my still figure lays there like a squished bug
after being slammed into the woven spider web
The dialated look in my eyes of excitment
the expression on my face, of laughter and joy
but I never made it there.
The light at the end of the runway.