they never really told us,
how hurt and destroyed we'd feel,
that even on our best days
our mind spins w doubt,
remembering every fond memory
leading to each waterfall that devours our cheeks,
how late we'd stay up
lingering over every word we'd recollect
too preoccupied with what we should have said instead of what we did,
why didn't they warn us how much pain we'd feel by eating a simple meal,
or how we can't buy summer clothes,
'cause we have scars we can't reveal,
we were just so young,
expecting the world to be such a happy place,
we thought we'd grow up,
become rich and famous,
and always say grace,
but we didn't,
instead we got our heart broken
by the one we thought would always be there,
we found drugs that made us feel okay,
even if it was just for an hour,
we collected empty bottles underneath our bed,
and scars under our sleeves,
we thought about death more than we thought about life,
they always told us "life would be hard" but we weren't expecting this,
they never really told us how hard it would be.
