If there is anything so far in this world that I truly understand,
It is that of soul misery.

The kind that leaves you feeling hollow or empty,
An ache that is so subtle
You're not sure if there is a pain.

The kind of misery that comes from the hearts of gold
And a soul
That knows there's so much more than this.

The pure innocents who love the world around them,
And cry and break
To watch it be as cruel as it is sometimes.

If there's anything I've learned from
Stepping into adulthood,
It would be that.