Better Days
High school was my hell
I never knew it would break me so well
I did more than scrape my knees when I fell
I hit rock bottom
I know that if I can only chnage my ways
the ways of seeing myself
that I will have better days
I will learn to love myself
I will no longer
wonder awake at night
debating what to do with my life
I will see a brighter future
I will fight.
This poem is about:
Me