2022 School Magazine

GROWING UP ALONE, A LOVE LETTER TO MYSELF I think I thought, when I was little There’s a point where you can be too old To be alone I think because of my optimistic outlook My hearts a little weaker than others So, it gets bruised a little easier

I want to be ashamed to hope for kindness And to wish for happiness But even though my heart is often what makes me so alone I still don’t hate it I love it because it’s made me who I am I still have plenty spaces on my shelves for new cards And I still have a lot more growing up to do Being alone is something I’ll always have to keep getting used to I think it’s okay to not know everything And to not know when the growing up really stops Maybe it never stops Maybe I’ll keep getting older forever However, There is one thing that I do know Loneliness never sticks around for long Just like friends They balance each other in a never-ending dance Despite that I’ll never stop caring And I’ll never stop loving how much I care It’s hard to accept sometimes the way that I am I never said life was easy, I’ll only say that this is true Just because they’re gone Doesn’t mean the memories are too… CAMILLE CAHILL (12G) (Winner: Valentine’s Day Love Poetry Competition, Senior)

But I’ve realised now that people are always alone Whether they’re surrounded by a dozen friends Or none Everyone’s lonely And I’m ashamed to say I’m one of them… I thought you could be too mature Care what other people think about you I think I imagined I’d have lots of friends And that if I were good enough I’d have friends forever But as I’ve gotten older And I’ve gotten mature And I’m going to be a grown up soon I’ve realised it doesn’t matter how much you care Most people don’t I keep waiting for the point in my life Where all the bad things will stop And life will know now that I’m grown up So that means everyone will be nice all the time And I’ll never fight with anyone again And each person I love will stay as my friend I still get sad cus’ now I know everyone goes Whether I like it or not, people come and go And it’s normal to cry Because now I know the hardest part in life is goodbye I have a big room in my heart That’s full of love and kindness Despite that it’s been ripped and smashed apart But that’s why, every memory is precious to me I keep every birthday and Christmas card So, I can remember them before they left their scar In that big room in my heart But I haven’t changed I’ve stayed the same To cry in bathrooms Or be too grown up to

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