The struggle we call life

I’ve seen so much in my few years felt great pain and cried many tears. The good times come but they never last and before you know it they’re in the past. When you find yourself alone searching for a place of your own. Life gets rough there is no doubt and then depression comes about. Don’t lose yourself on this road trying to carry your load for once you stray begins the day you find out what your made of. The road gets dark as the decisions you’ve made weigh on your heart. You must stay strong because after so long there must be something better.