If You Were Gone

The trick to killing yourself slowly is depriving your body of so many hours of sleep. I love how I can lead as this example, falling asleep as I write this. I'm far too tired to do my Pre-Cal homework, so I have reverted to copying off of Gaby tomorrow morning. Team work, yeah! Tonight, I brought Ana along with me to the mall. We have a Marching Band Holiday Party tomorrow, along with a Secret Santa. Neither I nor Ana had our gifts prepared, so we went to the mall to fix that. It was overall, a fun night, but it sucked that I had to cut my conversation short with the love. I knew that if I walked around talking to Ana, it would easily result in late replies and then an even larger argument. It's not fair to him and only asking for trouble between us. Today, we had a Creative Writing Club Meeting and I presented a written sonnet. I actually put effort into it-weird.

If You Were Gone

How am I supposed to wake up tomorrow;
And convince myself that you are gone?
Every second would thrive in sorrow;

Every second would feel like a year.

If you were buried 6 ft. under,

My heart woiuld carry such weight.

For every argument, I would wonder

How many "sorry"s I was too late.

I'm glad you're still alive and well;

I hope you see me go to drop.

I'm sorry for giving you unnecessary Hell;

I love you, my one and only mom.

Photo is of the parents.