Cut Off
I stare at the letter,
frowning intensely
and on the brink of tears.
I messed up,
and here I am,
disowned and forgotten.
A tear falls to the page.
My life is horribly changed.
I have nothing now,
and I'll have nothing tomorrow.
It's all over,
my work undone.
All I've accomplished
is now thrown away,
torn asunder
by this one letter.
I clutch the page
to my chest
and wish it all away.
But, for now,
I can wallow in my pain
because, though I've gained,
I have lost much more.
I can't continue
with my plans.
My life is over,
out of my hands.
Fate is cruel,
but it's not stupid.
I guess it chose
to make me lose it.
Money shouldn't be this important,
but I suppose it must be.
I need it to continue.
I have no other way.
To stay in Beacon, I must pay,
and there's no chance they'll let me stay.
I stop my sulking
and look to the sky.
This letter means nothing,
and I wonder why.
Why do I cry
for something so small?
I lost nothing
substantial at all.
I have people who are willing
to help in any way,
be it with money or comfort
on this very day.
Biting my lip,
I stand proud again.
I don't need him anymore.
I now have friends.