Poem Nine

I feel like shit.

Oh, and my dad expressed to me that he didn't think that I wasn't cut out for college... Fun shit right there.



I'm driving down the road,
Remembering what you said.

I feel so alone,
I'm feeling so dead.
I don't want to go,
Thoughts in my head.

Where did I go?
Why did I have to?
I'm driving down the road,
I want to see you.

But you're gone,
And I'm so blue.