Senior Year. 

One more step into the future I cannot seem to ever comprehend

A year half spent, and yet I continue to beat on the shell i've wanted to escape from for years

Stress pours in from every corner of the room I call life

Parents, friends, those I long to hold dear and yet the fighting continues.

Love is not something lately i've come to understand

and where it had been in the past now is numb to the touch

Truth and all it's inquiries are nonexistent

and I thrive to move along this reckless road i've traveled at a faster speed.