Words Are Hard
Words Are Hard
I am so mad at you.
This emotion is a blanket covering me up and I know once I take it off hurt is behind it.
And I want to forgive myself for all the thoughts of not being good enough-
I think there's two different parts:
Things I can control and things I can't.
You my friend fall in the I can't-
So I erase you for a brief moment and focus on me and my disastrous chaotic mind.
I mold it everyday to do better than yesterday and see myself tomorrow.
I have hit rock bottom and yet I'm still here.
I'm still here-
I step outside and I want to taste the sweetnness of the air.
What's the most pleasant about rock bottom is there's only up from here.
So I spread my arms wide willing myslef to catch all the pain I know my hands cannot heal.
And I put on my armor because I am a warrior and I know there will be days like this.
I can do this.
I loved you and I still love you-
And I can't.
So I know I have to let you go.
I can let you go.
The world is beautifully painful and I know I have surpassed trusting and am far damn naive.
But I know I can.
Michelle Megill