The rush you get from being young

The sensation of feeling alive

The feeling of being wanted

It seems like a beautiful thing

Sometimes we get lucky and it stays that way

Other times, life comes crashing down

Like the waves crashing into the shore

The rain falling upon the window sill as you race the droplets

We sit back and let life take its course

However we come into obstacles

Sometimes we are the titanic

And life is an iceberg

Nobody expects anything to go wrong

Until it does

And sometimes, it takes over and floods our lives

The feeling of being wanted quickly vanishes into the unknown

The feeling of being alive quickly becomes a sensation of constant numbness.

The rush we get, is suddenly put in slow motion

We try pushing the fast forward button

Yet it seems like the remote has been stolen

We are no longer in control of our lives

We search for the exit

When in reality, it doesn’t exist

We push through the dark to find the light

We run through the rain to find safety

We look for happiness in other people

Which only leads us into heartbreak.

We expect others to take control of our happiness,

instead of taking actions into your own hands.

We descend from broken generations,

where our voices tend to be silenced.

Be the light in the dark.

Be the voice in the silence.

Don’t let it be.

Published by nolanareann

I’m a nineteen year old who has a passion for this world. I believe writing is a way to express genuine issues that us as a society, are blind towards.

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