Left.

It feels so surreal how close it is. his graduation from highschool. Leaving me behind. seeming as strong as twine unable to handle change As I'm left behind. Next year of highschool will be lonely As I am sorry with those tears in my eyes begging you to stay. As I am in a corner, hiding from you unable to grasp the unreal change. How you move on and I am stuck. in a stupid rut as I rot. In emotions bigger than myself. This Bitter Tragedy makes me sick I don't want to eat thinking about this part how you're ahead of me. always. as I crumble and fall apart. in my damp with mold corner known as my mind. -Xander (He/They)