Minuets tick
By as the clock
Hands move

I watch as my
Peers talk and have
Fun only to cry myself asleep tonight

Minutes make hours
Hours make days
Days make weeks
Weeks make months
And months make years

All the same
Never a change I
Wish that was me
Dancing through life
With them instead
Of crying silent tears
They run down my
Cheeks but I never
Make a sound

Someone will listen
On day is what friends say but
I have lost all hope so
This is my final fare well to you my peers
Goodbye

I wrote this in chef which is my elective this trimester. In the end she or me in this case was walking away from what I love doing dance. I love dance but the team I am on I don't really like so I wrote this about leaving  all of the parts I don't like in the past. In case you are wondering no in the end she didn't commit suicide I don't know why but that is what my friends say it sounded like.