The anger, the fury, the rage...
Where does it come from?
Do we seek it?
Or is it in us?
We hold it near.
It was never supposed to be like this.
We're only children.
We are.
But maybe,
Just maybe, we are the ones with the truth.
The ones with the future.
The ones that mean something
To anyone.
How do we just wake up one morning in despair?
Feeling alone?
Feeling that today is another day I will never have to live again.
One day less in my mess of a life.
How do we wake up feeling the burning rage of anger?
The feeling of screaming your hear out
To someone that won't even matter later.
How???
It was never supposed to be like this.
We're only children...
