The best years of one's life.
Not for all of us.
It takes more than putting on that
And act like everything is okay.
To pretend we are okay.
That we love others.
We deserve the worst.
Far beyond it.
We hate ourselves for what we have
For the path we have chosen.
Only, we are so naïve, like a cry
from a newborn.
People like us.
We never deserve the bad.
We are worth it.
Worth every moment.
Every second of other's, and our lives as
We have to know this.
We made it out
We are alive for a reason
We just have to learn to keep living.
This is where we must be.
Amongst the ocean colored sky, where the
sunshine swoons in and parts through the clouds.
We all have a specific purpose to be
But in order to be successful.
We cannot dwell so much on what was, but
what will be.
Something extraordinary we will