Emmie, don't waste energy on something you can do nothing about. Life is short why let something like that colour your world. Once you do that you stop living and start dying inside. It will come bringing the end of dreams, and covering you with a blanket of dark.
Cycle began when we are born,
cycle ends when we are gone
Like spring and summer,
Autumn and winter cold
We are born, we live and then grow old
And in those times where winter ends
We should have memories of joy and friends
All hurts and bitterness forgiven
Have really lived all we were given.