A new outlook on life, means the past dies

Wake of my own rebirth,

Rippling from the center of my soul,

Drowning out the world I so carefully built around me.

A new beginning becomes and ending of a past.

So fast, so simple, so serene

They say that evidence pointed to something catastrophic

An occurrence that brought and untimely end to the casual form of being

Parts of me are sad inside cause I know sooner or later it’ll all be gone

The physicality, mentality, and memories,

What was wrong

There wasn’t any specific reason why it had to happen like this

No coordinated miss, or planned transcripts

I just know, and understand that from day to day I feel the rips that were left inside me

Emotion is such a funny thing

Holds the key to your entire being

Controls your control without you seeing

Till your mind, believes that it’s all worth believing

I type, but I imagine my words calm and low

No raises in my voice, or breaks in my tone

I write now more because life has grown

And through my words is where I’m really shown

Somewhere in these lines, in these words, in these letters

There’s a part me that you will read,

That will make you life seem better

There are a couple words that I’ll speak

 That you’ll hold close to your heart

A couple tears that you’ll weep,

When you read my wordy art

A million casualties, of memories, blurred between formalities

The sanctities of a loving entity, which stitched together entireties

This verbal flow so upsetting to me

My expression sometimes my own defeat, as you can see

“Some of us were meant to hurt”

I’ve used this line time and time again

Some of us were meant for more

I also have found this true

Some of us

Just some of us it seems, were meant to love