Having to grow up and move on,
My life is not worth wasting.
No matter the struggles, I must keep going.
There was a time when all I did was cry.
I'd fall into my black pit and hide.
No one ever knew.
I'd lie and act like everything was okay.
It wasn't and it's still not.
But now I know how to keep pushing.
I've had my share of ups and downs.
In my 17 years of life I've lost a lot.
Deaths and bad decisions of others have affected me more than they know.
But my life is no longer theirs to rule.
I've taken my life back and handed it up to God.
My past does not define me.
My ache will not imprison me.
Life is never a field of wild daisies,
waiting for a golden moment to frolic.
I must make special moments,
And push through the bad.
I will not loose myself again to the darkness of despair.