The Years Passing By

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I was a young girl who was caged up inside herself,

The depressed feeling was all I felt.

I feel that I cant escape,

But I know -- I will not break.

Our brains are sick, but that's okay,

Because I know I will get better someday.

A few years have passed,

I have relapsed,

But, it all went by fast.

I'm picking myself up piece by piece,

And I'm glad that I let all of my demons release.

More years have passed, I'm now 20 years of age,

And I'm no longer trapped within a cage.

I'm married, now, to the love of my life,

I knew that things would end up right.

It still gets bad sometimes,

And I still occasionally cry,

But I know that I'm alright.

25 years have passed, I'm now 45 years old,

My heart is no longer broken and cold.

I have two kids, a girl and a boy,

I actually feel pure joy.

It's 30 years later, I'm now 75,

I'm getting old, yet, I feel alive.

My kids are older and have kids themselves,

I am the happiest I've ever felt.

20 years later... I'm in Heaven now,

This isn't a sob story, so do not frown.

The only thing I was ever against was myself,

I was depressed and couldn't get out.

If you were like this, then you were like me,

I'm glad I can finally say: "I'm free."

~Holly Little

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