We learn to walk
We learn to talk.
We sometimes cry
We learn to get by.
We learn to love
We learn to be tough.
We get hurt
We get burnt.
We thrive
We survive.
We are born
Sometimes we get torn.
We start to date
We give people hate.
We gain knowledge
We go to college.
We have joy
We are used like a toy.
We have sadness
We adjust to the madness.
We make friends
It's like we're watching through a lens.
We break a heart
We try a new start.
We get our heart broken
We get awoken.
We deal with situations, bad and good
We should do better, I know we could.
We really do, we hate ourselves
We don't expect understanding from yourselves.
We try self-harm
Don't be alarmed
We just wish we could die
We don't know how to get by
Why are we alive? Why?
What is the point? *sigh*
