Prize Poetry

Empty Body

by a young man, age 15

I wish I were home
with my family surrounding me
with love and care.
When I am not with them,
I feel depressed and lonely.
I feel nothing matters anymore,
my grades drop.
My  body goes day to day,
but it's rare I actually live it.
There is a sea of depression,
it's waves wash over me,
it pulls me under.
I try to fight to no avail.

Evil thoughts enter my head,
I can't stop them.
I rarely have good ones.
I find it hard to keep trying
to do right anymore.
All people notice is the bad.
Why can't I get home?
I miss my family.

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