with tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls, we slept

Does this darkness have a name?
This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us?
Did it steal into our lives?
Or did we seek it out and embrace it?
What happened to us that we now send our children into the world
like we send young men to war,
hoping for their safe return
but knowing that some will be lost along the way.
When did we lose our way?
Consumed by the shadows,
swallowed whole by the darkness.
Does this darkness have a name?
Is it your name?

It's not supposed to be this way. The artists, and the scientists, and the poets - none of them fit in at 17. You're supposed to get past it. Adults, they see kids killing kids and they know it's a tragedy because they used to be those kids. The bullies and the beaten and the loners - you're supposed to live long enough to take it back. Just take it all back.

- Taken from One Tree Hill -