We were never meant to be this broken
It was never meant to be this hard
A constant struggle
Tiresome tears in the middle of the night,
The never-ending wondering
Is it me?
What is wrong?
Why can’t this have happened?
Why do I miss him so damn much?
We want to be on a constant move,
To fly away.
Yet society brings out
The nail and hammer,
Making sure our wings stay shut,
We go nowhere.
We drown in a sea of tears and regrets.
Right here, where we are “safe”.
Safety is such a subjective concept
When our bodies are fit as temples
And our minds prisoners in this entrapment.
Yes, mother, all is well.
There’s nothing wrong.
There’s nothing good, either.
We’re too young,
We’re struggling too hard.
They’ll never get it.
Life isn’t what it used to be.
We don’t function well
As bricks on your wall
We’re uniquely shaped, you see.
Each and every one of us
As special as those shooting stars
You no longer believe in.