I’ve made it through the darkest days
Through long and lonely nights
But not without both tears and scars
Which dimmed my blinding light
I’ve lost myself within myself
Each time I think I’m found
I sink back to the bottom
As in open air, I drown
Surrounded by the ones I love
I still feel all alone
Each time I feel I’m healing
I’m cut right back to the bone
The only things I’ve wanted
Are what matter most of all
But every time I venture close
Much farther do I fall
“I’ll be fine”
“I’ll be OK”
“One day, all will be well”
It feels like lies
But still I fight my way through mental hell
Even as I wonder if some day will ever be
Sometimes, I feel I only hope
For what can never be
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
I’ve made it through the darkest days
Through long and lonely nights
But not without both tears and scars
Which dimmed my blinding light
I’ve lost myself within myself
Each time I think I’m found
I sink back to the bottom
As in open air, I drown
Surrounded by the ones I love
I still feel all alone
Each time I feel I’m healing
I’m cut right back to the bone
The only things I’ve wanted
Are what matter most of all
But every time I venture close
Much farther do I fall
“I’ll be fine”
“I’ll be OK”
“One day, all will be well”
It feels like lies
But still I fight my way through mental hell
Even as I wonder if some day will ever be
Sometimes, I feel I only hope
For what can never be
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
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