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In a darkened room I sit,
wondering why I feel alone,
tempting thoughts of terror strike,
how to act I will never know.

I cry so much it hurts at night,
Scared I cry alone,
a teen lost in my own life,
I see no sight of home.

There is no end to struggling times,
the times I picture death,
there is no end to crushing dreams,
the dreams I have set.

For as I write a tear drips down,
on a teen who cries at night,
for I am like all other teens,
who feel they walk with fright.