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My Future

My Future

Future could be tomorrow, or 
The day after that and so on.
My future Almost died in an attempt 
Of death 5 years ago.
My future would have been nothing more than a ghost.
Would have been better, my future now 
I sometimes see the same.
Don't need help I’ve gotten plenty. 
It never works my emotions still the same.
My future I use to see college, now I see nothing.
If I Could even make it out of high school.
Sometimes I just look at the door
And walk, for hours and wait.
For what?
School to be out, go home.
I saw my future in high school in my 
Middle school eyes and this is what I really got,
And I don’t like it. 
How will I know my future this time will be real?
I imagine tomorrow no mean insults and good vibes.
What I got was whispered comments, laughs, smirks, stares, looks.
My future… I wanted something But all I got was
NOTHING!!!

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Nigel Cresswell...

I can feel the hurt and pain in all three of your wonderful poems. You have the true gift of describing evil experience with simple eloquence. That is power. 
I strongly feel that you will use that power to continue to weave words throughout your  shining future. You have so much more than nothing. Welcome to cosmofunnel, you are pinned and I look forward to following your words.

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Jay Lyn

Thank you, that means a lot ?

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