Some letters lay near the bed
For the last three days, half read
My day gets a little tougher
As she's been on my mind lately

I'll lazily stretch my old joints
Yawn a little and tousle my grey hair
My legs feel heavy as the clouds before a rain
If I wake up to the thought of her again

Entering a spiral of despair is so so easy
Staying afloat is the hard part
And a stroll always clears my head
My mind can wander

But in my heart
I've carried the pain of old love
I've carried the weight of old regrets
Now, I'm nursing old wounds

When the night comes
The breeze will rush
The spirit of dawn will caress my soul
Telling me today will be different

But it isn't really
Because everything I do is for her
So I'll learn to live for myself
As time heals those wounds

You cannot overwater
A plant because you missed a day
And expect it to grow
The same way

You wrote in a page of my notebook
My personal diary
A collection of memories, thoughts, and outpouring
I've written many more pages since then

Even filled a notebook or two
Look at how far I've come

A flower that thrives in the shade
Will never wither
When winter comes
And the sun goes down

Learn to find happiness
In yourself
Even those who are by your side now
May fall away through no fault of their own

Be strong not because the world expects it
But because you have to survive
For better or worse
May these words serve you great comfort

When you're sad or upset
And the world seems to be against you
Think of yourself first
Remember that you are better than you think you are

If you are down and reeling in the pain
And nobody seems to care
Think of those who do
Remember you mean much more to them than you do to you