Special

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