It's going to be okay
That's what comes out
When there's nothing else to say
Like it even matters to them
They don't know where you've been
Time to supposively move on
But how, when all happiness is gone?
Inside, it's nothing but numb
Yet they say a better time will come
When thinking all emotions become tears
Wishing we could go back to better years
But that's probably not going to be
When the future is all we're able to see
As we stare back to the past and our dreams
So far away now, it seems.
Something I wrote a long time ago. I find my adolescent mind to be much better at poetry than I am now...