So tired of life right about now. I need a reset button. Just a poem (if one can consider it that) I wrote trying to cope with everything that's happened to me these past few days.



By: ~Emily's-world-of-disbelief~

I'm losing grip with reality

I don't know what's right

I don't know what's wrong.

Things that seemed real aren't

And the most surreal dreams

Turn out true.

Everyone I knew;

They're growing up

Without me.

I'm being left behind.

I don't want to grow up.

I don't want to be responsible.

I don't want to be stressed,

Or scared

Or sad.

I miss my friends.

I miss my imaginary worlds

Where things never went wrong

Unless we wanted them to.

I miss controlling my destiny.

I miss being the hero

And the leader.

Now I'm the child

In a land full of adults.

They're abandoning me.

I'm falling behind.

This is the downward spiral.