I can’t remember how many times life pushed me to the edge,
With all its problems.
I can’t even count how many times I felt like I had reached the end.
I can’t count how many times I lost hope because, honestly, I didn’t have anything else to lose
I don’t even know what to say but,
This is for all the nights that I couldn’t go to sleep,
Because my mind was at war with my heart.
This is for all the little cuts on my wrist,
Because I wanted to end it all.
I’m not out yet,
But if I am writing this,
Then it means I finally got comfortable with being uncomfortable
Uncomfortable in these shackles,
That squeeze the happiness from my life.
I let out a loud cry,
A single teardrop finds its way out my left eye,
I try to stand and I fall.
Hunched over on the ground
Covered by my mistakes
And held down by regrets,
A large smile forms on my face
I guess I am used to this now