This pain is killing me, i wish i didnt have to leave..

I opened up the big colorful book,
as i sat legs crossed on my bedroom floor.
Tears running down my face,
As i get myself worked up more and more.

Pages i flip
memories fill in my head,
these times of my life flash past my eyes
these were the times i dread.

Like the first day of school for instance,
when the teasing began to start,
then what about my first boyfriend?
Who had the nerve to break my heart.

School socials and camps,
Casual dress days and sport,
How to have fun,
Was the best thing we were taught.

Last day of high school
smiles all around,
The worst pic of them all
Slips out of the book and onto the ground.

Me and my friends are standing together
all in our pretty dresses
All looked fine back then as we should,
Now all my friends are messes.

This pic doesn't look so bad,
although it tells a bit,
These people in the photo,
were my besties i must admit.

The pic shows us having fun,
enjoying life ya no,
Wish things were like that again
And they didn't all have to go.

My thoughts are becoming more painful,
i lye back onto my bed,
tears tears tears,
they're beginning to hurt my head.

The book slips out of my hands,
as it hits into the glass,
my windows all of over the place,
my brains are up my ass.

I'm not sure whats wrong with me,
moving was a drag,
Sometimes i wish my mum
wasn't such a hag...