Thrive

[ReverendBlackwater]

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.