I cry because
happiness is a harder concept
to grasp than sorrow.
Sorrow greets me as an old friend,
fondly reminding me of my mistake.
We reminisce over a bottle
of melancholia and a plate of regret,
leaving me with yet another notch on my belt
of nights; And days I come to school
with blood-shot eyes and a quivering lip.
by Erick, 10th Grade