This was a poem I wrote when I was going through some difficult times, It helped inspire a few people I know to not give up.

Poetry.

The fragile span of Memory’s bridge,
Through life’s most unexpected phase,
In a bitter spell of mental chill —-

Enjoy.

Sometimes, when you look at yourself, and see what you’ve done… You won’t like what you see.

Did they leave their hearts behind?
or was love just not enough?

You don’t always see things clearly.

…

Every year, on the last day of school, the seniors go out hunting for new freshman to torment…

This is the first "real" poem I wrote, so please comment it!