This Thing Called Success
I heard the other day
About a girl
Just a few years older than me
Who took her own life
She had it all
The love and support of so many
But the stress of school got to her
Death seemed more appealing than struggle
How many more like her have there been
Will there be
Is this the destiny of all teens
To toil until we break
And mend to break again
Is it worth it
Or do we quit while we're ahead
Choose everlasting sleep over the woes of life
Yet we trade sanity for success
Or rather what society defines as "success"
That's the final goal
Isn't it
This thing called success
And yet
A girl my age is dead
Because she couldn't see success
In the near future
Now she has no future