Hang in there
Things will get better
It cant rain all the time


Childhood did not adequately prepare me,
Teenage hormones crippled my mind.
A young adult so longing to haze away the pain,
Faulty genetics, predestined to break.

Drunken nights, blurry weeks
Red pill, blue pill, 3 2 1...
White bump cope

Anything to keep afloat

Tasting colors, raining sounds
All to keep from sliding down

Adulthood is a shame, a travesty
I often wish I could slap 13 year old me
For every time i would believe it would get better when i grew up

How stupid could you be, child?
You know nothing.

Nothing of the pain your heart will feel
Nothing of true failure
Nothing of pure loneliness

You bought into it all
My, My… look at who has stumbled down the rabbit hole now!

Your passions stifled
Your ambition crushed
Limp & left for dead upon the cold stones

This too shall pass,
Things will get better,

It cant rain all the time...