Wake Up

• Natasha Dohnt, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

Wake up on a Saturday
I can’t stop the crying
I can make the pain go away
I go to sleep late every night
Hoping never to wake up,
I wish with all my might
I’m so alone in this ugly, destroyed world
I desperately desire that one guy or girl
But I have already found him
Though I don’t think he feels the same,
He used to treat me badly
And I don’t think he even remembers my name.
But I know I love him deep in my heart
And that is why I write about him
In this precious thing I call art