I'm reaching and reaching
But never finding what I need
I'm grabbing the wrong things
Love and ***
Alcohol and drugs
Self harm

Those things wont fix you
If anything they leave you more broken

Love and ***
Is just a temporary feeling
That leaves you with a broken heart
Alcohol and drugs
Don't fix a broken heart
It just leaves you with a false sense of happiness
Self harm
Might  help in the moment
But it leaves scars deeper than the skin

I don't need any of that
I need to start grabbing
Love for myself
Self confidence
Self acceptances

I need to stop reaching for the wrong things

We make ourselves a place apart
  Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
  Till someone find us really out.

’Tis pity if the case require
  (Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
  The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
  At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
  Must speak and tell us where they are.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds’ song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean—
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.