How condemning,
To tell someone it's going to be alright in the end
How misleading,
To bear this ruse: that a smile is more powerful than a tear
How can you?
How can you lie to yourself and the youngest of us?
Love, ***, beauty, longevity, appeal, wealth.
Feed them a reason to be beautiful and happy and free.

I don't need a reason to be dark and brooding and terrible.
This is how I breathe:
Jagged, gasping, breath catching on a sob
This is how I cope:
Angry outbursts latching wildfire arms into song
This is how I am strong:
I cried myself to sleep last night.
I awoke with clarity.

How can you better a situation?
Leave it.