this is it. (By: Anonymous)

I feel alone, not a soul can understand me.

Sometimes I want to cry,

But I have to keep pretending.

Pretending to be strong, and happy; pretending that there’s nothing’s wrong.


But this is it.


Once the winters over, everything will go back to normal.

The trees will be green again, the tulips will grow again.


I hope.


This is it; we’re almost at the end.

I can see the light, shining from under the cracks

But how?

How do I get there, without losing everything I love in the process?

I can’t.


This is it, I’m at the end.

If they could do it, so could I,

It doesn’t matter what happens.


I’ll get through this, with or without you.