You’ve spent a long time walking
down a darker lane,
spiraled out of control,
dragged yourself
into the wrong kind of fame.
Now you’re picking up the pieces,
learning they’ll only remember
who you used to be—
not who you are now,
not who you’re becoming.
There is no turning point
when they look the other way.
Still you hope that someday
someone will take you
with open arms.
’Cause there’s no greater harm
than being lonely,
being lost.
No greater harm
than being lonely,
being lost.
You’ve reached your breaking point,
almost given in.
But I want you to know:
your past does not define
who you are,
or what you’ve become.
You cannot let the sins of yesterday
swallow you whole.
Yesterday doesn’t define
who you’ve become today.
And today,
you are enough.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
You’ve spent a long time walking
down a darker lane,
spiraled out of control,
dragged yourself
into the wrong kind of fame.
Now you’re picking up the pieces,
learning they’ll only remember
who you used to be—
not who you are now,
not who you’re becoming.
There is no turning point
when they look the other way.
Still you hope that someday
someone will take you
with open arms.
’Cause there’s no greater harm
than being lonely,
being lost.
No greater harm
than being lonely,
being lost.
You’ve reached your breaking point,
almost given in.
But I want you to know:
your past does not define
who you are,
or what you’ve become.
You cannot let the sins of yesterday
swallow you whole.
Yesterday doesn’t define
who you’ve become today.
And today,
you are enough.
This piece was written with the ache of loneliness in mind — and the quiet reminder that yesterday’s weight doesn’t get to define today. Sometimes the simplest truth is the one we most need to hear: you are enough.
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