We spend every day just waiting for the weekend.
Waste another day drowning in every hollow trend.
Life so wasted on the youth who hate everything.
So young and so alive, who could believe anything.
Heartless friends wear their disguise.
We just don’t realize.. the repeating conversations.
Lives seemingly designed by.. Tragedies touch.
Tragedy.
The minutes grow longer.
The 8 hours never sleep.
The seconds never feel as these ears go numb.
Listening to the 16 hours fight all night.
All of these broken thoughts replay.
Tragedies touch designs... just another day.
Touch.
Tragedy never knew a mother’s love.
And trust never knew..Understandings embrace.
Emotions are such old things to our lives.
And we are shocked when we feel depressions breath.
Feeling the hairs on the back of our necks tremble.
Slow down and understand..
We all control how life stands.
So step out of a life. a life influenced. a life in line.
i wrote this for my English class. i haven't turned it in yet so i was wondering what you guys thought of it. any advise to get me a better grade would be awesome.. :D
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I've written plenty for my english classes but none this great. The ending definetly wraps it up perfectly, and the details leading up to it keep to the point. In the end it really does end up a great write.