I'm sorry.
I know I
Make things difficult
And tend to throw us off
But when life gives you lemons
You make lemonade.
These lemons
May tend to be sour
Like they've been through a hell of
A lot,
But isn't that what makes them unique?
You need pain to make beauty
And even when beauty doesn't seem like an option,
There's always going to be pain.
Pain is the heart of life;
Right there next to love.
You need both of them to exist
To correspond together,
As one.
They're what makes you.
I know shit gets though.
And times are definitely rough,
But can't you see its what
Keeps us going?
The pain only brings us closer!
Makes us stronger.
It grabs our wrists and takes us by force,
Throwing us into its fury.
It thinks it can defeat
Two teenagers
Who "dont know what they're doing".
But it can't.
Because we are stronger
We are fighters
We know who we want to be.
Who we want to be with.
What our future should hold.
And if we've made it this far..
Then we can keep going.
Keep pushing.
Keep fighting.
Keep going above and beyond and Above the limits.
I know we can.
We're human.
It's what we're made to do.
Humans make mistakes.
But they're made to fix them.
Let's keep fighting through these obstacles
Of ours.
And prove to the world
Just how far we can make it.
