Michaela, Age 14, Sacramento, CA

As I sit here crying in my bed,
I sometimes wonder, should I be dead?
Iíve been through so much
That no one can reach out and touch
No one knows what it's like,
So maybe I just might
Cry myself to sleep tonight.
Itís not the first time, it won't be that last
I try my hardest to forget the past.
I know that life will go on
and I will see another dawn.
The sun will rise tomorrow morning
And though my eyes will not be pouring,
the pain lives in my heart,
And I know it will never part.
As I go on with each day
I know it is here to stay.
But I will continue on with my way:
tomorrow will be a bright new day.

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