I made this poem like a day ago or so:
We move along through our monotonous days,
Carrying on with our expressionless features.
Stream through the halls in a haze,
Finding odd creatures.
Don't mind me as I pass by,
Just stand aside and forget about me.
I feel like this is all I've got to give and am about to die,
I don't ever think about suicide because my friends are here and happy.
Even though it may seem we have nothing,
We have someone out there who cares.
Someone to hold and that will give and bring.
If for a reason that crumbles and you've lost course, God will always be there.
No matter what situation
You have to believe there is hope somewhere
In all of God's creation
You will make it, I'm sure if I can cope you can bear.
We may be deep down burning in pain,
We may be sobbing everything out,
But you and I will cross over the remains
The sorrow, and the things from the past that come to all of the doubt.
Situashuns Community Member 
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