7th Grade Memories

Wandering aimlessly throughout dim halls As babble spills from around the corner. Then there’s the knife in the drawer, it calls For a slit of my throat with no torture. Eating lacks its former comfort and joy When salty tears roll down onto your plate Due to the disdain they’ll always employ It crushes the chest like a giant weight Struggling to bear my life’s burden alone While grief breaks what’s left of my withered soul. Until a blissful day written in stone Shows me as a diamond pressed from hard coal Perhaps that moment will sooth my distress I’ll return to my departed finesse