Believe 💫

What if I listened to everyone?
What if I carried on being the black sheep?
Always felt like I was going to get shot by a gun
One day I overcame this crucial heap

I could have sat in the corner
Staying controlled by my disorder
I had the strength to go against
what I was perceived to not be capable of
No longer sitting on the fence

Even if I don’t reach the highest height
I still gave plenty of powerful fight
I could have listened to what people thought I’d be
Used my wisdom as a key to unlock all the  massive amounts of potential in me

Today I feel exceptionally proud because
What if I carried on living life in a grey cloud?

Why do I feel so trapped in my mind?
Why do I feel that the world would be better off if I died?
Why do I feel like I’ll never be enough?
Why do I feel that I’ll never be loved?

My conscience ***** me around
I don’t want to die, I’m longing to feel very alive
Holding on to memories of laughter, enchantment and delight
Wondering if I’ll ever win this fight?
Will I ever have a happy ever after?

I can’t recollect the last time I felt truly blessed
I lost sight of what was realistic
For many years my mind has left me believing that I’m possessed
I feel incredibly pessimistic


I just crave for a life where I feel adored
I wish I wasn’t drowning in my mind
I hope all my happiness and faith can be restored
I wish depression wasn’t so unkind.

I felt as though I needed to change to be accepted by others
My entire personality was trapped under covers
Constantly hiding my true colours

I never asked to be an outcast
I wished my feelings could be on a broadcast
To compare our massive contrast
And to overcome the past

The life I lived was little white lies
One day I soared through the magnificent skies
Showing no sense of demise
Until I became increasingly wise.

When life is challenging, I no longer want to die.
Instead, I sometimes want to escape and fly.

Watching the waves drift by
Hoping you’ll always be by my side
Our love is as strong as the way the moon controls the tide.

Do you ever glance into the mirror and disapprove of what you see?
Despising your body, face, your bruises and your scars.
Have you regularly wanted to be something you can’t be?
Do you ever dream  of having a life of being accepted and free?

You should start by telling yourself you’re strong, loved, free and my scars won’t define me.