Persistent

I lived too little time to throw loud words about how much I had to go through. It was hard to lose the people I loved; even harder not to give up. Everything crashed down on me at once—I felt like I was stuck amid the ruins of unfulfilled hopes, trying to pull myself out in vain. But there was another lost soul who needed help more than I did. The only way for us was to plunge into this pain. We allowed it to crush us so that we would have a chance to return to normal life. To pass, hand in hand, through thorns toward the stars… Contains profanity.