Do you ever feel like you’re just existing? 
Not living or thriving 
Just surviving 
I go through the motions everyday 
Wishing something would change 
The beat of my heart in a regular motion 
Never skipping, never slowing 
My movements and actions mechanical 
Done just to show I’m ok 
I’m alive 
Can I still survive? 
When will I break out of this cycle? 
An ambulance scream awakens me 
It’s like a beat without a melody 
The world isn’t me 
Doesn’t exist for my sake 
Get out of self pity 
Go find your place 
Maybe I’ll start by washing my face

-- Rebecca F., 9th-12th Grade