Rough,

So this year, my senior year,
Has gotten off to a rough start,
And most of it was of my own doing.

I don't know what my problem is,
But I can't seem to grasp hold,
Of what is really bothering me.

I don't like feeling this way,
But it happens every so often,
Though this time round it's lasting longer.

I don't know what to think,
I feel as though I'm falling through the cracks,
With no one to help.

I feel as though I'm falling into,
An abyss, while not a single person,
Is taking notice.

I feel as though I could disappear,
And no one would even notice,
Or miss my absence.

I feel as though I could be diagnosed,
With Cancer, and no one would mind,
As though if I died, no one would notice.

Maybe one day I will find out,
Who would notice,
And who wouldn't.