Dropping in Depth

*written in 8th grade*

Sometimes there isn't much to do but cry. Everyone's yelling- screaming at you to do something with your life. You're growing up way too quickly... you feel like you need a chance to live... you don't even feel like you're alive right now- just being pushed around like some braindead child- but you're not a child- you're not an adult. You're put through Hell to make everyone else happy until you're gone. So far away- not even visible to any of man-kind. No one can hear you screaming- crying out to the only who ever heard you. No name, no identity- no character to be judged by- an ideal world where no one can experience thepain they've really been put through. No groups- no outcasts... everyone can finally be happy... because you're not there to live it.