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At the Bus Stop
I'll just sit and think. Why did I take that drink, that smoke, that bet, that fight, this life? I can't even remember what I was mad about. Why I ran from home?
As I look at my scuffed hands and ripped pants, I think to myself...was it worth it? Now, I think about my past and what I had. I'm so...sad. I'm so...mad. This is so-so bad.
Now I want to go home, so I'll just sit and wait at the bus stop.
Help Me, or Maybe I Can Help You
This is me,
Will anyone come by me.
Be a little friendly,
and give me someone to talk to?
I ran away from home.
It's really hard around here.
Don't let me have an influence on you,
you wouldn't be happy.
and at least you have a home,
someone to talk to and take care of you,
or maybe you live by yourself,
but at least you have a roof over your head!
As Demi sat by the bus stop waiting for it to come, I, her secret angel watch over her. The only one who knows her story. She was an unloved slave. Transporting everywhere but her home town to make it through the night. It all started out when her parents made her do everything. They even went as far as make her brush their teeth! On Valentines day, she left to start her life over. She went from Arizona to Utah in one night on a city bus. When she was found and taken to a children's homeless center. The leaders were mean. So, she packed her clothes and left. She traveled to Idaho hoping to sleep on a beach on the Snake river. She stayed there for two days without being able to catch something to eat. She hitched a ride with a hobo who treated her terribly. So, she jumped off. She found a mansion yard to sleep in. When the owners saw her, they asked her where she came from. She did not reply. They quickly brought her inside and fed her. The next day came to a close. They realized she was the girl who ran away from the news. So, she stole money and flew to Germany to continue her terrible, terrible life.
As I cross the street
I turn and stare
About the life I'm leaving
The scars I am trying to heal
From the words that hurt me
Why, oh, why did it have to happen?
But as I remember the words
My mother said to me
I start to feel okay again
We're all humans right?
I see you as a person
But what do you see me as?
What do you think of me as?
Am I rich
Or am I poor?
Am I beautiful or am I ugly?
Am I like everybody else
Or am I different?
Why does it matter to you?
Yeah, you see me sitting here alone
But why laugh and be mean?
You don't know my story or why I'm sitting here alone
So why judge me?
You don't know how I feel
You don't know what has happened in my life
Unless you can walk a mile in my shoes
Do you judge me of my race
Or are you judging me on my personality?
I hope you know that everybody is different
And that everybody has individuality
So before you start pointing your fingers at me
Make sure your own hands are clean and always remember that nobody in this world is the same
So why do people judge?
Let's just say they're the only losers in the world
Running, Running, Running
My heart wants to stay,
But my mind will not obey,
So I sit outside,
All night and all day,
Wondering if anyone would care,
If I'm not here the next day,
But everyone is hated,
In this cruel and evil place,
Swirling through my head,
Are questions still not asked,
If I did ever ask them,
Everyone would laugh,
On the outside I'm not perfect,
What I own shows I am,
My parents fight like cats and dogs,
Whenever friends are here,
They're pretending to be perfect,
It's never like this,
When friends aren't here,
So now I run,
Away from home and I don't Know,
Where I'm going,
I wonder if I'll come home,
I don't know what I'm asking,
As I run away from home.
By Daphne, grade 6
Those days when you feel like falling,
Those days when nothing matters but sleep,
All you want is to be alone.
The words echo.
Alone, alone, alone, alone...
You feel as if your whole life is crashing down as fast as the fun ends and middle school takes over.
Thoughts and images from the past fly through your mind,
“This is my chance, my chance to go, to leave, and to get away from life.”
Those days when you need a friend,
To lean on
Those days when all you need is hope, and running away from your problems can’t fix anything.
by Avery, grade 6
I feel desperation in my heart. I’m feeling cold and damp,
As I sit by the pole, I think of all the pain I feel and all the
pain I’ve caused. I’m just hoping there’s a door that will lead me to my life’s worst decisions so I may watch what I did wrong. My life will never go back to the way it was.
I sat there,
That warm, breezy summer afternoon.
Listening to Adele on my boom box,
He broke my heart this morning.
He, the one, at least I thought,
Made me cry.
Cry through the halls,
In each class,
As I walked home.
It was a nice couple,
As everyone had said,
But she was better than me.
Everyone talked about it,
Just like a rumor,
But no one knew.
The pain was unbearable,
Just to see them together.
Tiffany and Josh,
The new “thing.”
Yeah, like we weren’t,
We didn’t have “the spotlight.”
It’s over now.
Am now alone.
Josh broke my heart,
And this is my story.
I sit here alone,
I wait and wait and wait,
I wish somebody could understand,
I have always let people talk, about how I am different,
Have those people ever thought that we are all just people?
That we can’t choose how we look?
Apparently they haven’t,
I can’t go on like this forever,
I feel so alone,
No one listens,
No one cares,
I can’t figure it out,
What did I ever do?
What did I do to deserve pure hatred?
I want to feel welcome,
I want to feel loved,
So for now,
I sit here alone.
I live in a world where no one wants me.
The scars feel like bullets ripping through my soft, mushy skin. Each word is going down the dark hole in my mind.
I wish for a cover, a place to go away,
But my family holds me back. The crafty people’s words
Scream in my sorrowful head. You do not know how it feels not seeing light, always seeing dark. I sit here collecting
my thoughts. Depression. Sadness. Sorrow. My beauty in life is dead, flowers do not grow, save me from my despair.
My box of music shines, but the damp, cruel world conceals all happiness in me.
The warm blood in my heart and veins have turned as cold as a storm, and frostbite burning in a blizzard. I sit here on Allway Street hoping for light before…
I run away.
Back to School
Back to school today, and everyone seems so happy. It is just a waste of time. Teachers expect us to do all this hard work. If we, the students, really had a voice, they would teach and that is all. What happened to our voice? They always tell us our voice matters, but does it really? Why can’t anyone else tell? I have to keep my silence for now, but until I speak up, this will continue. No-one else seems to care. Maybe they’re just keeping silent too. Should I ask them? Or would they think I’m stupid? I just don’t know.