I will not waste time counting losses They only bring me down If I allow my brain to think In my thoughts I'll surely drown
I have built a bridge over memories To escape rapid flow A rail so I don't tumble Into dangerous swells below
As long as I remain detached Distant from usual pain I am able to harness meager cheer Keep myself from going insane
I feel a strengthening in my blood A wanting no longer there I have laid away former distractions In favor of clean vacant air
I have done away with disorder At least the negative kind I am going to forget my bad habits Regain the lost parts of my mind
No more whining or self-deprecation Or wanting to change who I will be I am tossing out the mocking past Finally embracing beautiful me
Reading this now if course brings thoughts of recovery and addictiin to my mind but this was waaaay before I ever did real drugs. It was written about my insecurities and accepting myself for the imperfect mess I am.