School project, still a pretty good poem, plz...
Years crawl by...

My body says yes
My heart screams out no...

Heartbreak after heartbreak
How do I go on...

I hear America crying
Late into the night...

My hopes and dreams
Have all washed away...

In my room
I lay in bed...

Never call me
But call me next year...

So sick of this feeling
That I have deep inside...

You were so far down
In that pit of despair...

I learned the feeling
Of a loss of hope and dreams...

Best friends since summer camp
That's what we've always been...

I wake up in the morning
And loath getting out of bed...