I'm here to warn
you of the oncoming storm,
something no one's ever prepared for.
In truth it's a war;
no one can escape
completely unscathed.

But if you're ready,
the impact won't be as deadly
and you might survive
not completely deprived
of being happy.
And trust me, it's crappy.

The storm is fast
in delivering its attack,
yet somehow you don't realize it
until its already hit.

By then its too late
to change your own fate.
You'll be condemned like me
to be able to see
just how terrible life can be.

So I'm here to warn
you, from inside the storm.

~Mantha8225~

A/N: This is just a poem I came up with a long time ago. When I posted this, I had found it in the back of a notebook and I figured that I might as well share it.