I remember the nights I drowned in the drink,
Trying to blur every heartache, each thought I could think,
I fed on the pain, let it fill every space,
While the weight of my losses carved lines on my face.
Love tested me deeply, cut raw and unkind,
Betrayals and heartbreaks replayed in my mind,
Loyal and anchored, I gave all my heart,
But the echoes of leaving tore me apart.
I buried the hurt in bottles and meals,
Numbed out the sorrow so nothing felt real,
A heavy fog settled, depression’s dark shroud,
I lost who I was in a storm-bearing cloud.
But somewhere within, a whisper began,
A call from the depths, a hint of a plan,
A promise that maybe, though battered and worn,
My heart, like the dawn, could again be reborn.
So I rose, step by step, through the weight and the grief,
Through nights where each breath was a fight for belief,
I let out the tears, let old wounds finally bleed,
And started to nourish the love I might need.
I learned how to heal from the shadows that clung,
Where the past tried to claim me, I fought, I held strong,
No drink could define me, no loss be my grave,
I chose to be gentle, chose me to save.
Now I stand on the edge, the horizon is clear,
A heart that once shattered now beats fierce and sincere,
Through the trials of love, through the weight and the fall,
I rise ever stronger, still brave through it all.
