I believe in the moon

I feel so alone.

It doesn't help when mom says what it's like to have a teenager.

She doesn't realize what it's like to have constant pushing for all As at school

What it's like to have 1 project, 2 essays, 3 quizes, 1 test and a million other pages of homework due in 2 and 1/2 school days.

If she does, she doesn't realize how it feels to be alone.


I can't cry.

I've learned to hold it in
until I get to the quiet of my room
where my sobs break the silence.

If I don't it's Stop, crying won't help you.

I've learned to correct my math test and cry at the same time. 

It's not like she doesn't cry.

(I've cried tears you've never seen/ So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean and let me be) 


I don't have hope.

Tomorrow will be as bad as today.

More homework, tests, projects and quizes. 

It won't stop, no matter how much I try. 

I'm giving up. 


God help me,

I prayed.

He won't respond.

But, I believe in the moon.

As long as he's there,

shinging bright outside my window,

I'm okay.

I believe in the moon.

~

I know my writings crappy,

but at this point I feel like a piece of crap so wtf.

Honestly I can't take life. 

I just want to pull the covers over my head and sleep for a few hours without worrying about the quizes and stuff due tomorrow because for the Moon's sake, tomorrows a HALF DAY and thurseday's THANKSGIVING and I have friday off.

But you know what I'm doing?

Crying.

Why? 

Because of school and life and the people in my life don't understand muchless care, so I kinda need some support.

That I don't have.

Peace

Em