Why is starting over so hard Nobody said it would be easy We as people expect things to come naturally That is why we are at fault for the bad things We need to be a better us As one together Let’s try
We all want someone to have our back No matter how bad things are we long for that feeling You could be the worst person but someone still longs for you Some don’t deserve the title “Friend” but receive it anyway because they are great manipulators Don’t let the bad in to ruin your good
how did we get here paying bills and losing homes losing children and our minds itching for a new life another death another tear choked up on pride too afraid to swallow it
What is love? Love is pain You can love so hard and it still won’t be enough Put your heart on the line just to get hurt Help everyone else when you’re the one suffering Who is going to love you? The answer is no one because you don’t matter No matter how hard you love
heart is shattered in millions of pieces which piece are you going to follow if you follow at all hatred filling your veins without your consent but it wouldn't be the first time
I seen you at your worst Still think you’re the best Holding you tight Pushing your broken pieces back together Saw the wounds on your heart Stitched you back up Is this love
You said you wouldn’t let drugs become a problem Here you are snorting lines like nothing matters Letting these drugs eat away at your brain and nose Clenched jaw, sweaty hands, bad temper Who even are you anymore I just want my friend back, who you were before the drugs.. before the fall...before this mess Where did you go
They take all parts of you until there’s nothing left Stuck with the memories of the trauma Do I grab the gun or the bottle So tainted from others hands Thoughts are drowning me
Sun, moon, and all the stars that’s what you are to me I am wholeheartedly in love with who you were, who you are, and who you’ll become Love comes unexpectedly Sing me to sleep, my darling
Opening of the mind during experiments Forever woke about mass happiness Waves of vibrations through your body Becoming completely zen with your inner self
We mutilate to feel something We cry to heal something Struggling to breathe over the thought of you with someone else Bleeding to deal with the lies and insecurities Brain like scrambled eggs in the hot sun Skeleton shapes and clanking bones Is it enough yet
It’s what we dwell on It’s what we cannot forget Something we’re trying to live down Breaks us down and buries the good The past isn’t always what it seems It’s either the beautiful yet sad Or it’s the ugly and damaging Pick
The month of your known PTSD. The month your life changed forever. Never forget the hands that bruised. The “man” who will never be sorry. Protect yourself during this time. This month is hard.