A person isn't a man/woman without bearing his(or hers) scars and facing their fears.
Either it being a lost love that you have loved, but they have forgotten about you.
Or it being you finding out how truly alone you are, in your pathetic existence in this wrenched place we called Earth.
To truly being copped and accepting the fact that everyone will die one day, the feeling of that they must be ready when they bury their father or mother, the feeling of losing your loved once in a tragic untimely death.
weather it be someone was born with a sickness or the reject from his school
he will have to accept the road he faces, and walk it alone..
" Beautiful SunRise, Beautiful DarkDays, Their all the same to me. "