It's Senior year and its supposed to be about cheer. Yet i cry everyday i have to wake up. Dreading going to a school where everthing seems made up. I walk through the hallways yet no one can see my dispair. so I try to write poems so people can care. You see no one knows what waking up feels like except for me. Its like trying to avoid the sun when its out most of the day. I try to make myself believe that there will be happier days once i leave, yea once i leave. To a world so far; college. With a mother that abuses and a step dad that always has confusion. About everthing really. I cry everyday. I beg for the sun not to come until its my time. filling out applications to go as far away as possible, but until then I cry everyday.