"If it's meant to happen, it will happen."
I want it to be meant to happen. Why can't it?
I know I deserve it.
At least I think I do.
I feel as if it needs to.
It's scary,
Dreadful.
I would just love to sit and cry about it.
But life isn't for that, now is it?
That's not living.
You have to move forward
Past all the pain and misery, right?
Or is it okay to be upset sometimes?
Is it a choice,
Or do we break down eventually?
Do we stop all joy
From rushing in our bloodstream
And take a deep breath of
Pain,
Sorrow,
To choke on and suffer on it?
Can life really keep on moving
When it seems as if there is
Nothing to live for
At that very moment?
We'll just have to wait and find out,
Won't we?
