Tearstained face from all the stress,
Tired of being caught up in this mess.
Faded scars on my skin,
Memories appearing again and again.
Old habits are creeping up on me,
There is only resistance, pain, and agony.
I’m strong on the outside, but weak on the inside,
A smile on my face for the hurt that I can hide.
Why don’t I go? Why do I stay?
I can’t think of a good reason to end my life this way.
My life is beautiful, my life is amazing,
I couldn’t help but decide on staying.
Though I don’t like my life, but I do want to stay,
Hoping that my life would get better someday.
I didn’t think it would get better at all,
Until I stood up and tore down my wall that stood tall.
I’m more open than I was before,
Taking chances and closing my pasts’ door.
It’s going to get better, I know it will,
It is my dream that I’m going to fulfill.