What's the difference between those who succeed and those who fall into false succession?
A heart, a soul and the will to keep pressing those exact same buttons you were told not to. To follow a society is to follow a shepherds hand from wich your food is dealt.
What you want, what you feel is within your reach no matter how much of a distant reality it may be to your mind it is achievable as long as you persist. Strive for a tomorrow, wether promised or not. Use all your strength to conjure your dreams. And may it be that the stick falls short, continue, because what you've accomplished so far is worth it. No matter how small, you'll have something to show for your effort, wether it be material wealth or wisdom, you've worked towards bettering your future, what's another 20 or more years if you get to experience the blissful wonders that follow after the storm. But most importantly tomorrow isn't promised, so live today with the soul of a angel and  the heart of a storm because within lays peace and so forever you'll rest.

-DravenBrass

What is expected? Your message is cryptic.
Your help it cuts, it feels so **** twisted.
Two lies and truth, hope lost in a second.
I love you, you're family but I feel so distant.

I place my soul before the sun to feel it's warm embrace.

But just as twisted, the glare grew wicked. A blank stare of decay.

An open view of different colours.
The rumbling clouds weep softly.

Life shuts down and bliss fills air, calmness falls before me.

A face.
A smile.
Emotion in Denial.
To paint a picture, my heart needs a mouth.

What's spoken is a lie, my mind remains unsung.
Emotions in a jumble, death lies on the tongue.

Hell beams over a world so small.
People apart, love no more.
One falls away and we laugh it off.
Grown numb to the pain we've witnessed before.

The past is the present if we live it more, make the same mistakes till it rots your core.
The futures ahead, don't know what's in store so live life wile you can and love a little more.

Silence speaks, a whispered sigh.
The ears can't hear unless you try.
What's so is bliss, so is the night.
A chance to see, but with what eyes?
I take to sea in search of sight, only to return a dim light.