Well, crap.A Poem by Stark, but not Ironman12, young and naïve 14, wanting to be a grown up 16, wanting to be loved 18, legally an adult 20, unchained from feelings 22, what happened? What happened to us? We were young, headstrong, and unstoppable. Led to believe we could do whatever we wanted to do But here we are now, trying to face the impossible What am I doing? I feel like I’m drowning I have all I could ever want and need How I’m feeling is quite astounding I should be happy, right? Job, love, trying to be better It’s always an internal battle, uphill struggle All my thoughts are suddenly coming together I will fight, I’m not giving up I will smile, laugh, and have the time of my life Even if my demons want me to curl up and give up I no longer itch for the blade or knife Cry, scream, let it all out Be the person you wanted to be at the age of five I promise, it’ll all be better in the end Struggle stories are the best when you come out of it alive © 2018 Stark, but not IronmanAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 14, 2018 Last Updated on July 14, 2018 Tags: depression, it gets better, growing up, personal struggles, self help, mature, teen, poem, poetry, fight |