In the heat of it all we’re too young to know it gets better.
My heart sank,
The world went quiet.
Time was moving in slow motion,
Five minutes felt like thirty.
“You’ll move past this.”
“It gets better.”
I silently nodded,
“How could this ever end?”
My mind was screaming.
For fifteen nights and fifteen days I sat in my room staring at my shoes.
My phone rang and I looked up from my journal,
The journal page that had the date 2020.
It’s been four years,
In the heat of it all we’re too young to know it gets better.
