It's Getting Old Every night is school, It seems to never stop, Going now on my 18th year, Hearing what once were children pass me by, Tearing up the path that is there future, Every night it seems, Even the days are bad, Never does the torture ever end. You would think that it would end, Even doctors eventually leave school, And yet I continue, Remembering nothing of my reasons for school, Seeing my future as endless school. On some nights I feel good, Feeling like a God on those rarest of days. Some may ask why, Covering the most basic of queries, Having school is my eternal punishment, Only death will set me free, Only heaven's sight will lift my soul, Languishing in this hell called school is forever. Answering those hellish questions, Never are they fully satisfied, Damning you as you leave them. Nearing my death as I welcome it, Oblivion and finality, To be over with it, Having no more school, I can only dream, Never do I stay asleep, Going crazy when I wake. Tomorrow is another set of classes, Only sleep brings its end. Somehow it must end, Having a goal is the way, Only then could it be over, When it comes, I shall smile. Yearning always for tomorrow, Ears in tuned to that end, Though, I know it will never come.
Reason for writing:
I had grown tired of my life as it was.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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