New School.

Moving schools is hard,
I know, I'm going through it.
How would you feel
If you had to transfer on your senior year?
I miss my friends,
I miss my school.
This new place doesn't even come close.

I've basically lost hope.
It's not that I don't have friends here,
I do.
But this place is different.
Its not what I'm used to.

Change can be good as they say.
But this isn't.
Being in this school makes me depressed.
School is suppose to be a second home?
This isn't. Its more of a hell on earth?
I suffer as I walk in the doors.

Learning doesn't seem to matter anymore.
Making friends doesn't either.
I'm basically a loner by choice.
But people follow.
I just can't take it anymore.

Being depressed normally makes poems good.
But this one isn't.
I've lost hope on everything I've got.
This school is a change,
It's a change of place,
And it's changed me.
I would rather die then spend another moment here.
BSM forever live on.

(This is basically how I'm feeling since I left BSM(my school) this poem isn't good I know its more of a jumble of thoughts.)