The Days Pass

The Days Pass By Emily Fontes I'm sitting in class, As the days drive passed, As the depression gets worse, With life's every verse, And life’s becoming a test. Sleeping threw the evening, Sing dreams in my head, Throwing my worries, In the worry pile, And I haven’t seen smiles. As I walk in the halls, All faces look different. As the days pass, I think dreams fly away, As I lie in the grass.