Teenage angst

• Skye Millard, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2005

As one tear falls, another will drop,
Tears of pain will not stop.

Head hurting, no reason to remain,
Here on this earth, to feel such pain.

To feel this way, alone and afraid,
Is a feeling that I, would instantly trade.

Life is so precious, yet was so close to taking,
I regret the decision I was so close to making.

To have my family, and my friends around,
Is a gift in which I lost, but have now found.

I now cherish each day, as if my last,
And regret the times that I let pass.

To feel so near, near to the end,
Is a time that I, wish to not be again.