sr. year

i found my self thinking
how lucky i am to b able to go to school
i meet a boy in the hospitaly a few days ago.
who told me his storys of wo:(
the same condition as me but his a little more savier

he lookes out of a window , not daring to dream, this boy is far gone...not by death , but by his own doing
hes to scared to leave that room
he doesnt want to feel the pain
or the lookes.
he just lays in his hospital bed...he is already dead.