The ones who make us want to die
Are all cozy and happy with themselves
While we're here to rot in despair
As we sift through the rotten mire
Of our lives to find a scrap of happiness.
They do not lie awake
In their beds and remember
All of the horrible things
They have done to break our hearts.
No, instead they dream.
They slumber peacefully
As we toss and turn
Never to find a comfortable place
Unable to silence the thoughts
That seek to consume us.
Every waking hour is spent
Running from the past
And hiding from the future.
Instead of creating our happiness
We try to scrape up what little
They gave to us.
Their meager offering is what
We thrive on.
They give us so little
Yet we long for no more.
We take what they give
And try to convince ourselves into believing
That what they give to us
Is all we are deserving of.
But that is not so.
Let us rise above
This dank, cramped space.
Let us throw back the shutters
And stretch our wings against the sun
For it is a new day
And we will get what we deserve.
We will search out and find
That one person who will give us
Everything we could ever want and more.
And we will thrive.