Here I am again, back to the beginning,
Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle
Thought things would change when I went through those days,
From highs to lows, fantasy and I part ways.
Why does reality remind me of these?
Once a beautiful rose bush, now nothing but thorns and leaves.
They told me my life wasn’t just mine, but what about those struggles I go through just to survive?
I do that all alone, with a fear I hide in my bones,
Wondering if everyone felt this way.
Is it true when they say, every cloud has a silver lining?
That the dark is a place, where the stars are shining?
Maybe one day, I’ll be among the ones in the sky,
For one last time, as I look back at reality and bid goodbye.
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An avid poet who finds a pen & a paper as the easiest way to express pain (and an otherwise, ordinary, savage teenager.)