It is a fact.
Everyone goes through it everyone suffers
no one can explain why it hurts so much to live
no one wants to feel it
I say I am strong, well adjusted
I am weak
the first time I experience it
it breaks me
my spirit, my outlook, my will
broken
I am broken
I can not handle the pain
I can not take it
end each day with tears streaming down my face
but I have to make it
beauty is also a fact
beauty is the world, the wind, the trees, the galaxy
everything
in love, in the hope, in life
life is the most beautiful kind of tragedy.