The Life of a Teenager

I am not happy.
I really can't explain.
All that sappy
Love I had is now in vain.
I miss home.
Where my friends are.
Now I am lone.
With my guide being a star.
I pray to go back,
to where this all started.
My high school,
my friends,
before it all parted.
I don't think anyone hears me,
my hurt and desire.
I just want to be happy
and to regain my fire.
Writing is hard now,
I have no inspiration.
Which explains why I am broken down
with no sensation.
I hate this place,
my hand won't write.
No matter how will it,
I will always erase.
I want to go home.
Back to it all.
The happiness, the fun,
The jokes, the laughter.
All I want is the sun to shine
on my disaster.