We grew up being attacked by downers that attacked our self esteems. We grew up learning that we alone cannot win against society’s fixed perspective on beauty, on love and on life. We grew up independently when we realized that our attempts for personal happiness is more forgiving than prioritizing the happiness of others; we then grew up dependently when we realized that our attempts for personal happiness proved futile thus boosting our need to rely on others. We grew up finally realizing the selfishness of others when they prioritize themselves.

It only takes one person to break this cycle.
But who is going to do it?

Pieces connected and a heart was formed,
A creation perfected, a creation performed
To grant love to the downhearted,
To provide for lovers who parted,
And bringing back the hidden smiles,
Bringing back the lost laughter
From the apathetic region of the mind
To unwind:

All of the pains, the fears,
The memories that had scarred
And worsened each year,
All of the cuts on the wrists
That strained the body into
Irrational suicidal risks,

To finally render the body free, 
With the feeling too good to deny,
With the old feeling of happiness —
The feeling good enough to die.