The night is always darkest
before the dawn.

It’s always okay to cry.

I have someone with whom I can
share my dreams and my nightmares,
my worries, my muses and inspirations.

It always gets better in the end.
If it’s not better, it’s not the end.

What makes me happy
doesn't have to make others happy.

My opinions matter,
I am worth something,
and I deserve to be loved.

Another war ensues
deep within my chest.
The past has made me stronger now, yet I feel
until I’m dragged down to the blazing flames of defeat, again
it won’t rest.

I keep fighting,
with all my skills from the past
But the war yet continues
with the fervent desire to last

This war doesn't **** you,
you either win or face defeat,
although winning it is quite a feat!
Whatever the outcome,
I’ll be proud of myself that I fought
But the darkness will only grow
If once again I lost.