I wanna let go.
But pain and heartache are attached to my soul.
Sometimes it feels like it's all I fucking know.
I know that live moves on.
Either you move with it or get left behind.
I used to always say there was nothing sadder than a wasted talent.
Now I know there is nothing sadder than not letting go.
For too long I've been a victim of my depression and I've forgotten how to live life.
Nothing sadder than a wasted life.
If you don't come back from the strife.
Then why did you suffer through so many days and nights?
I'm here to tell you that in the darkest of darkness there is always a light.
This is for the people like me who suffer through numerous disorders in their heads.
This is for the people who can't get out of bed.
This is for the people who thought they were better off dead.
This is for the survivors of trauma.
This is for everyone who had a fucked up Daddy or Momma.
Don't give up!
Don't give in!
Don't let mental illness fuckin win!
You can pick yourself back up and begin again.
We're only human.
So stop counting all the mistakes you've made.
We are not perfect.
Just works in progress.
Sorting through our mess.
Trying to get through each day.
You can't change where or what you've been in the past.
But you can choose to be a different, improved,future version of yourself.
Sounds better than living in your own personal hell.
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