No More

We can take so much and no more
No more is what we scream endlessly
What we crave deeply
No more equals freedom
And freedom means new breath
New life, nothing like the one before
We scream no more though we know it’s not over by a long shot
We beg for the end of what’s oppressing, overwhelming us
What binds us in an endlessly captive?
Like we’re falling in an endlessly abyss
How long must one struggle to learn the lesson at hand?
Is the length of our pain that necessary and if so who deems it to be?
Yes we become smarter and wiser and we appreciate things more
But is it worth our spirits deteriorating, our chirpy personality being diminish
There are strong people that go through harsh circumstances and come out intact
They write books, and speak about their past of hardship
They are the ones we deem to be inspirational, and that’s fine
But what about the weak minded, the meek, the depressed
They are the true victim of the world’s evil,
They are the face of despair…. For they cannot bear the pain
And it eats at them constantly….
And as such they become the forgotten.
So it seems only the strong shall make it, and triumphant as the greats
And the weak trod behind singing the same old song,
No more they’ll say……