It's 2017 –

A new year, a new beginning, a new adventure!
As January rolls in, I relish the good things in life:

A happy family, good grades –
Yet as we celebrate Grandpa's birthday, it seems as though

We have more reason to mourn.
Two months later,
I'm dying inside,
Drowning in a tidal wave
Of emotions, I've never felt before.
Life only went downhill from there.

It's 2018 –

A new year, a new beginning, a new adventure,
And though I'm doubtful it'll be joyful, I have to hope.
I'm stuck with nowhere to go,
And as February rolls around
I lose yet another piece of my heart.
I was right with my dismay. 2018 was as horrible as in 2017.

It's 2019, a new year, a new adventure.
I've been praying and hoping,
And even though I know nothing will change,

I'm grateful for the ever-changing mindset I've adopted.

For a moment, I've fooled myself into thinking things were getting better,
But it's March 7th, and I'm thinking another piece of my heart has chipped away.

Why?
Death is inevitable, I've always known that,
But one year after another my heart breaks a little.
Is it just a cruel joke?
Is it not enough that I undermine myself?
Is it not enough to live an entire lifetime wishing to be normal?
Is it not enough that my emotions and sensitivity cause more harm than good?

I don't know who I'll lose next, but I'll continue getting my hopes up for a better tomorrow