*Note* So this is pretty much the poem I have been writing over the past few days. It gets pretty dark, so just be aware of that. But that's because it is how I feel right now. So, uh, yeah. Enjoy! *End Note* 

End of School

stress 

stress

stress

everything hanging by a thread

teetering 

teetering

about to tip

all I'm doing is trying to hold my grip

stumbling

stumbling

falling to the ground

doesn't anyone want me around? 

pain

agony

a voice in my head whispers "Why even try?

You'll never be good enough

You'll never be great

And you'll never, no never, be more than your mistakes." 

truth?

lies?
a grey inbetween

all I really want is just to be seen

panic 

panic

I can't see right

I can't tell now- should I still even fight? 

"There are people who care," they say 

"There are people who understand." 

but if there were

wouldn't they lend me a hand?

I'm trying

I'm trying

I'm trying a lot

but it's hard to continue when you just.

keep.

falling.

short.