The Lucky Bones

We are the reckless, we are the brave, and we are the wild youth. Most of us are bitter over the emptiness. We are breathing; we are troubled, we are the fighters of a dying breed. We are the fire that we set inside ourselves for fun. To distract ourselves from the feelings, those are dead, and they are gone. Because if you're still bleeding you are a lucky one, cause most of us have become so utterly numb. We are alive within the shadows of our own darkness. This god forsaken wood that they turn away from is my sanctuary. To the world we are seen as nothing but pointless, buried bones and hopeless souls. Unfortunately their bad moods are infectious. I shall run into those woods that are so lovely, dark and deep, so I may get lost. Once I am lost then the bad moods won't find me. We are living, we are golden, we are a lonely species. But those who choose to be lost, The ones who burn in the deepest of the shadows and seem to find the sun, the people who see the earthy warriors and choose to play along..

They are the lucky ones.

 

Reviews

[quinfinn]

oh, this is wonderful! you have captured the essence of the feelings of being at that very special age when everything is what you make it and how you interpret it.
it takes a lot of courage to be a teenager, whether society recognizes that or not, because it is often the most challenging and difficult part of life. very well expressed and cleverly written piece!

[Calibaster]

Wow, that was really good! Great job, you're a good writer! :) :) :)

[Writer *78*]

WOW you pretty much summed up my own exsistance in high-school. This has changed my life, I thank you deeply. It is those that embrace the shadows of our own being that seem to turn out ok, but also tormented by our own past. Only realizing that the shadow within us was the fire that kept us going through the years. Great work, going on my list once again.