22

When we turn 22
Will our life be mixed with old and new
Falling and laughing
Feeling much better then
The winter afternoons
Full of screaming and agony
As our Hearts shattered
Splintering us more then Shards of sharp glass sprinkled on our floors
Scraping away half our savings for unjustified raves and fits for things that we should be given from the start of our lives till the end of it all and we yell so loud,
hoping that the world will be attentive for once and hear the screams of the lonely hearts from Baltimore.
But sadly we're put On hold,
put on hold for what seems like centuries of hard work and we get nothing but grieve from the people that we need.
And I'm not sorry.