old school literary entry

im very proud of this one cus why naurt

Piles of Scores

Mourn, friend. For restless nights and hungry times.

Thieves of relief will have your tears, onto grief be sowed.

Don't blur your vision, don't harm your heart.

Tests are over and so is your part. 

When did we stop trying,

To strive for such life with no worries?

Leaning towards self-destruction,

Yelp for help would've saved what under those sleeves. 

Care for others and care for more,

Cherish, not your tests' scores,

But the amount of times you woke up ready,

And for everything else you wake up for.

Five years from now, where are you?

Tests are over, reviewers are gone,

Sky hopes you didn't let your self grow sore,

When scores d

on't matter anymore.