GhostSlayer

It comes like clockwork

Tainting my life in red

Searing pain

Heavy thoughts

Crushing my heart

And yet

I go to school

I get good grades

I do my sports

With the taint of red

Everyday

Blood is never beautiful

Yet we were made to bleed

Hearts were meant for breaking

Eyes were made for crying

Hands were made for hurting

We were meant to break

I knew this was coming 

I knew he would run again 

Every four years 

And yet it still comes 

With a shock 

Then she stepped in 

Giving me hope 

Calling him out 

Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation? 

Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone? 

We all live different lives

We all feel different feelings

"What's wrong with being different?"

That is the question I ask myself every day

Yet I still don't know the answer

Sometimes I don’t understand why 

We all try so hard 

To be something we are not 

So much so 

That 

Everyone