Do you ever feel like nothing you ever do is worth anything?
That you can work so hard to try and get where you want to be but then you just lose your grasp.
Its reaching for a ledge, but on the edge theres glass.
Broken wine bottles like dreams scattred over the cliff.
Your futility out lined by the broken reflection of somebody elses joy or sorrow.
With every gulp like the wine they feel more hollow.
Every swallow a tear of someone elses matters.
But why does it matter.
Thats our blatant chatter could means someone elses pain and batter.
But think of the latter.
The broken bottles the words you hurl and insults you throw away and disregard.
Littering someone on there last finger clinging for dear life, looking for redemtion. But cut there hand on your broken bottle and fall down to the depts.
Bullying is not fun, its not banter.
EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES.
And just because everyone is doing it doesn't mean you have to. Fight the Bullies.
Don't be the broken bottle, be the arm that helps them.
