Thery ask why i stopped caring,
wonder why i sit there staring.
Becuase suddenly,
i am bored.
bored with existance,
bored with the boredom...
sick of school,
sick of you,
tired of that,
searching for something new.

i was special once,
and i want to be again,
but im sorry,
in your classes,
this cannot be,
i wont contend.

so now i look, 
in places new,
searching all around.
something to kill this ache,
to be something more,
but going nowhere,
and feeling that i never will,
huury adn help me,
before i find another passion,
another hope, dream, belief to kill.

xox Kyelle