9th Grade

I cried more times than I could count.

I could count my friends with one hand.

I'd grab your hand but you let it go.

I let sadness control me.

I didn't know who "me" was anymore.

I couldn't handle anymore tears.

You stopped wiping them away.

I stopped seeing all of them.

I thought I was alone.

But I wasn't,

pain was wth me.