Someone once told me that it was okay to cry.
I opened up, sharing my deepest secrets and insecurities, and she simply left. I guess she was one of them. One of the people who are fine examples of giving up.

Someone once asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up,
I told them I wanted to help. Then they laughed,
claiming helping would never get me through life. Saying I could never become someone who saved lives.

Someone once helped me through the deep end, swearing on their life they'd never tell a single soul. I got confronted one day, and my entire world collapsed. I lost complete trust, I was lost and betrayed.

Someone once promised me that I could do anything and everything. And that was the day my life turned around. I had faith, not only in myself, but in the road ahead.

That someone was me.