Published: April 15, 2018
"I still wake up crying.
Sometimes I still feel like I'm dying.
Now years have gone by already,
I'm still not completely steady.
The time went by so slow,
Like trying to watch a flower grow.
At the same time, slipped by fast.
Oh, how long will this pain last?
I wish I could be more over it,
I wish these thoughts would just stop and quit.
Triggers flood my mind with memories,
Of when you put my life in jeopardy.
I do my best every day.
Yes, every day I find a way.
To get out and express,
All this inside me, all of this mess.
I gaze into what I have created,
To my subconscious it's directly related.
I learn more about myself and what I need to do,
To get back to my happiness, that is so pure and true.
I'm not completely over it, sometimes I do suppress.
But I have come so far and am proud of my progress."