Growing up won't be easy.
Dad, you were right,
It isn't easy,
But I'm here to fight.

Sometimes I feel like leaving it all behind,
Running away to a mystifying place,
Forget about being kind,
Forget about being alive.

Sometimes I want to cry,
When I feel low,
But it's never easy to let it flow,
My cheeks remain dry,
Even when I want them dampened.

Sometimes I want to love,
But people don't stay.
They're leaving,
Everyday I wake up,
I've lost someone.

Sometimes I want to live,
But how does life feel?
I want to feel,
But how do I make it real?
How do I live?

Sometimes I want to settle,
I want to put an end.
But it's never easy,
Maturity steps in between,
"Don't end it", it whispers,
And just like that,
I fall into it's trap.

Growing up isn't easy.
It makes me tired,
Or maybe I'm too lazy.
I want to to back,
Fix everything,
But maybe, if I try,
I can..fight through this, can't I?

~Ash.

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I've started journaling again and I noted these thoughts last night, so I wanted to write a poem about it. (:

Comment your thoughts and if y'all like it, do vote!

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Is growing up easy for y'all?

Also, for the next poetry, I want y'all to suggest a topic and I'll try writing on the topic as that helps me to know your field of interests in poetry. So, suggestions? ;)