Thinking back to the time when I was still traversing the dark side of my life and comparing it to where I am now, it still feels surreal that I overcame that, back then I was so ready to give up. I never believed that “it will get better” but here I am now, better than I ever was.
Struggles and better days are always together. Rains and rainbows as well. Always remember that.
Running through the morning sun we fall in line, ready to run as the gates open they come undone it’s every man for himself even when you cry for help, until you’re the only one left. No one to save you from the chaos that you started in your mind— you lost. By your own doing, the game was tossed and what did it cost? The people you loved the most.
The monsters under our beds are the harsh truths about the world, lurking in the silence while we’re unaware of their presence. Until the night comes and they enter our innocent minds, infesting it with wisdom that is better off not knowing.
I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place. So, I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.