We live in the lifes we make because there the only lives we know how to live best.

We try a million things

to make us see the good,

while our eyes always wonder

to the bad of the best.

No matter what the outcome

we've known it all along,

The tear that slides from

our eye, shows the truth

we saw inside.

That the bad was the

good, and the good was

wosre than the bad.

To have forseen it all

is a wonder of the night we fall,

To have seen the ground

rush to us, it was hard to

have known that the bad

was all there was.

On the hard rock ground,

we feel the resistance of

our hearts

that something was taken away

through all our pain.

The right from wrong,

the good from bad,

the light from dark,

but all that's left

is simply sad.

I'm sure we

can find a way to

live around the sorrow

that followed

we just recreate the light we lost,

with thoughts of the things

that keep us on our toes. We'll be okay

no matter the result.

this poem was for all the people that have dealt with shit that they wish they didn't. The things they knew were going to be bad even when everyone told them to be positive. But no matter what some thing will pull you through. My something is writing. Whats yours?