One day they'll all be gone. All of the bad people, the tormentors, and the bullies. You'll be you. They won't be. The lessons will be learned and the words will haunt you at time, but they'll lift you so high. Because you made it. The sky seems so high right now but soon you're going to be dancing on clouds. The sun will smile at you like an old friend, warming you skin showing you the love that is absent now. Think about then, to get through now. Good thoughts is what's going to keep you alive. Life's a rollercoaster, you're just on a low part. Your happy will come. You just have to wait on it. The clock is ticking away to the moment to the moment that you're surrounded by what you want to be surrounded with. Soon everything is going to be in your hands. You will be able to crush those bridges and with the ruble build your tower to the sky.
(Written in part by ghostywiththemosty )
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Single Cells
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Poetry about sadness, depression, anger, fear; but also about happiness, joy, and love. This is a book about how one of your cells can change yours and somebody else's life.
