Trying to invent myself.

I'll juggle it all and make all the right choices.

I'm overwhelmed.

Like a cloud stretching to cover the entire Earth. 

It reminds me that I am small.

A friend ate a bullet and I don't know why.

Why did you leave us? 

The pistol hit the floor and then....

Did you find peace? 

So much to live for now dissipating into a sea of pain.

There are too many critics. 

They write you off without a second thought.

Calling you selfish then retreating to their own selfish desires.

They don't know your pain.

I do.

You decided your fate before you knew your own potential.

I will continue with you in my heart, 

giving me something to endure for. 

I won't fall at the knees of a temporary pressure.

I will prevail, I will prove, I will love like you're still here. 

You liberate me from my own pain. 

I can see past the things that make me cringe,

because you showed me what I have to live for,

You showed me hope. Mercy. Love.

Let the critics talk,

we found our peace

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