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.