Younger me.
I wish I had the number to my younger self, I'd pick up the phone and explain to you.
Life only gets harder from here.
You'll lose some people you can't bare to lose.carry scars from choices you choose.
The dreams become nightmares,that you wish you could lose.
Though the memories never fade,they will never go away.
But you slowly give away.until there's nothing left of you.
And time will slip through your tired hands.
The heros you once knew,will fall.
The truth will seem so little.
The answers will turn out not to be answers at all.
You'll outgrow things that were ture.
You'll win some fights, you'll lose even more.
Cause life gets harder,and so do you.
The weight gets heavier,the stakes get higher.
More reasons left to laugh,even more reasons more to cry.
The world will keep turning pages,day after day.
You'll grow stronger then you ever knew.
Every broken piece will turn to something new.
I wouldn't tell you how to dodge the tears,
Cause after years,it's brought us here. The fact that you're still here proves you're strength.
Though the world may ask more of you, than you can do...the world gets harder,so do you.