Too many days are in a year

when the wind finally stops we wait, here.



On a cold hill with no air

I fall, my time is growing near.



The sun moves again, as it meets the night.

As I lay back falling, I no longer fright.



The stars are beautiful, but they run from height

My head reaches the ground at last, I take flight.

I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still ***** his thumb
in secret
how come my knees are
always so ashy
what if I die
before morning
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

I have to learn how to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I die before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth about me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

The words don’t rhyme
I’ve wasted my time

There is no meaning
No melancholy feeling

I watched a YouTube video to write this

There is no point in any of it.