Real sick of where I come from and the past that follows me like an unwanted shadow.
I know I made some bad decisions and a whole lot of mistakes.
And I said things that I wish I could take back.
And I'll be ****** if I don't do my best to wipe the slate clean.
I lost the better half of me months ago and buried myself alive with guilt, shame and sorrow.
I spent the first three months climbing out.
I spent the last four months writing down everything that happened and all that made up the two of us.
And I pushed away and tugged back at my conflicting emotions and feelings for seven months.
I screamed at the sky, at some higher energy, to put it all back together.
I'll spend the rest of my life trying to find a way to put it back together.
And if it kills me, I'll die happy with the last words from you were "I love you "
That would be enough.