I can see it.
I can see the light located at the end of the tunnel
I run faster and faster towards it
Praying with each step I'll be one step closer,
closer to being free.
Free from the bullies
the cruel jokes,
the need to fit in,
the need to be perfect,
the need to be loved.
I get closer and closer
Holding my breath as everything goes my way
for a slight second I might be happy
Until suddenly I'm falling,
I trip and fall face first into the ground
The death of a loved one pushing me down,
holding me there not being able to breath.
the crushing weight unbareable.
I slowly realize the need to move on
That if I stay,
I may be stuck here on the ground forever,
forever in a black hole of depresion while seeing the light,
the light at the end of the tunnel just out of my reach.
So I move on, slowy but steadily
Hanging onto every memory,
fighting the pain.
I get up and stand stronger then before
I move on but I never forget
I start my journey again
stronger then ever
I run towards the light at the end of th