But there are good things I did.
I found solstice in art,
In music, and in other people
I found peace in the silence that I sat in for so long.
I became better by pouring my heart out over sheets of paper,
Writing down every heart breaking idea that ever crossed my mind
I'm ****** up still but I don't want anyone cutting themselves on my shattered pieces.
Yes, I smoked because I was sad.
Yes, I broke hearts because I couldn't find myself.
So yeah, I did **** I'm not proud of but I got through it.
We all will.
We will be the generation with scars that loiter all over our bodies.
With invisible tattoos that read "we ******* made it"