Never

• Keely Jones, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

As I walk down this lonely street,
I see no-one, not a chance to meet.
Gazing up at the twinkling stars in my sight,
my only companions in the dead of night.
The loneliness starts to hit me.
The more I walk, the more I think maybe i can be free.
Free from this nightmare I call my life,
free from this pain that I deal with, using my knife.
I wake up every morning praying it will end,
hoping that my life can be put on the mend.
As I force myself to fight through the darkness,
I think to myself, "how could you have been so heartless"?
You twisted the knife further into my back,
have fun trying to restore the heart that you lack.
Deep down I know that I'm better off without you,
because I know nothing you ever said was true.