Goodbye, World........


Seventeen: Wild and Young. That’s what they told me I’d be like- when I was seventeen

But I was different: Shy, Enclosed, and Ignorant.

I didn’t care about the world, and didn’t really care whether or not I lived in it.

I wanted something more than teenage parties and young love.

I wanted adventure; to see the world through someone else’s eyes. Because how could I do it?

I was one tiny speck out of a million. Stuck in one place, unable to leave.

I wasn’t given a choice. I was locked away from freedom and air.


I have seen the world one time- in my mind and in pictures, but I guess that doesn’t count.

Who counts it when there’s no one around to do it.

When you’re only friend is the man in the moon- the only one who knows your heart.

So how did I get through life? Well- I didn’t, not really.

I mean, at first I did. I had a friend or two between grades, and then- *POOF*

It was like a magic trick. Getting older, more closed off.

Who need friends, you may ask.

I’ll tell you: everyone. Everyone needs someone to talk to when things get rough.

Someone to hold them when they fall. But for me? I just fell.

Plunged into an eternal darkness that very few climb out of. Days passed in a blur:

Girls huddled together gossiping, guys across the hall secretly trying to check them out.

All of the regular high school stuff. For some.

Not me.

I sat in my desk, staring out the windows- daydreaming about airplanes and rockets.

Anything that could take me away from here.

But I soon realized that would never happen. Not in this lifetime.

So I considered speeding up the process, making time go faster. Or in this case: stopping it altogether.

And it worked. One day: same process of sitting and staring and blocking out the world.

The next: nothing. That black hole in which I was not lucky enough to pull out of.

Goodbye, world.

I hope to see you in another life.   

  • Author: she_was_torture (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2018 16:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: As always, this was purely imagination. No thought to it- I just wrote, and this appeared on my screen. Enjoy :)
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 19
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