Unfinished Poem

Okay, this is a really depressing poem I wrote when I was bored. I needed something to do. I was hoping to just get a little feedback on how you think it's going... I don't really expect anyone to read this. Please don't judge me through this poem but if you do, I probably won't really care.

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A hurting heart
And dreadful wishes
A broken love
And deathly kisses

Take my hand
And pull me away
And help me keep
Happy thoughts at bay

Darkened whispers
Cover screams
Demonic rumors
Murder my dreams

I thought you said
We'd be together
Holding hands
With each over forever

As you walk
Away from me
You might not hear
My begging plea

You walk away
And leave me alone
Hurting me like
A cut to the bone

Tears stream down
My cold blank face
My heart is now
In an icey case

Push me down
And hold me there
This pain is more
Then I can bare

Down on my knees
Now covered in mud
I dropped my knife
Now covered in blood

A pulsing bruise
A brand new scar
It hurts so much
When you're so far

Painful wounds
From things you said
Watch my blood
As it stains my bed

I now know I
Was a toy to be used
So hear I lay
Lonely and abused

Highschool Expectations

I don't expect too much out of highschool. I expect to learn about things that I won't care about later in life. I'll learn what I hate, what I like. What I'm good at and what I'm terrible at. Get some new skills, lose some old ones. All highschool is it force-feeding random information into a kid's brain and hoping they'll memorize it and not forget it five years down the road like I'm sure most people do. The only thing I do expect out of highschool is to learn that schools sugar coat everything and that once you're out, nobody but your family cares.

On a matter of expecting to learn anything... I expect to learn things about history I won't ever think about again for the rest of my life. Learn things about science I probably won't ever be able to apply after school is out. Learn that our language is the most difficult of them all and that we've messed up every other language with it. And some basic math skills that still, might not be used again. All depends on the profession you choose to which is most important. I expect to learn that there are tough times, there are fun times, and there are times where it's just too much. I'm sure I'll watch someone drop out, or see someone sky-rocket to the top of it all. It's all something to expect with highschool.