I hear you
I hear the cries of distress and pain you send out to the world
*** you don't understand what's happening
I hear the ache in your chest and the lump in your throat
As you beg the world to be kind
I hear the words between the screams that you whisper
Hoping someone will hear you and tell you
It gets better
You want to hear
That after the storm comes the clear skies
And after the darkness comes dawn
And after everything you've been through
It gets better
But the truth is ...
It won't
It won't get better...
At least
Not yet
But the only way it can ever get better
Is if you manage to hit the very bottom
If you manage to break
To absolutely shatter
Throw yourself to the storm out your window
So that the fragments of your soul are the only thing able to cry out
And then it still won't get better
You'll feel hopeless and alone
Like no one understands you
And you'll think that your life was a pitiful excuse for passing moments
And that no one could ever miss you
And you'll cry out to a god you don't believe in
Until finally you do
Until finally after thinking about it all
You realize that everything you have
You didn't earn
You didn't deserve
Until you realize it was a gift
And that gift was meant for you to give back
Back to the thing that gave it to you
And as you lay there shattered and confused
You see that the pieces of your life are meant for more
And the moment you realize nothing is yours
Nothing is truly yours
It belongs to Him
When that instant hits your understanding
THAT is when it gets better
But my friend if you are wondering if you've hit that place
I'm afraid you've missed the message
And if you're still crying out to the wind, to the world
It won't get better
At least
Not yet