I am not fine.
I am not ok.
I exist and that is it.
I’m am tired.
I am worn.
I have walked this path before.
And this cold and lonely pace
Reminds me of what I hate.
And I keep it at the surface instead of forgotten  like a dream.
And you can’t make it disappear.
And you can’t make it any better.
Your on your own.
But it’s not like it’s the first time.
You have a gift
Of knowing what you know now.
And you exist like a ghost amongst the living.
And it’s an easy choice to turn back once you see this.
But you go on.
Cause your strong.
A hero of your own story now you know.