This poem means a lot to me, and truly the words just appeared. We talk about death and horrors of 2025 like it’s a passing subject. With this poem I hoped to show that almost everyone we know is affected by a dark past, and everyone is just trying to survive in the ruthless world.

This stranger in the street

was yesterday friend

My closest confidant,

but there are always

a means to an end

Nothing good can stay

Story of my life

And so with each passing day

I banish my pride

The man next door

Once used to be my lover

And now each morning

We ignore each other

He loved me

And I didn’t love him

Though I cared for him,

Truly, I really did

The woman at the coffee shop

Was a childhood friend

And then her brother commited suicide

And she let the darkness within

She’d come to school

Weary and drained

And no one even questioned

The loss of blood from her vains

A girl in my calculus class

Was announced as dead

She was drowing in her fathers debt,

And drugged herself,

Chose to put a means to an end

They announced it on a Wednesday morning

Like they announced the day’s lunch

As if a girl hadn’t perished,

As if she wasn’t the only one

This world is broken

Cracks in our façade

Our world is burning

It’s tearing us apart

Our youth is suffering

Our poor poor hearts

I wonder what the future brings,

And wish upon a shooting star