I like to stay away from the things that seem to have an effect on me
Try to prevent the impending attachment
Although I can’t speak of success
They always find a way and we become like magnets and metal
‘Change’ is the only permanent word in my dictionary
And I think ‘I love you’ because I am never sure
I don’t talk about how depression hits me the most at home
Where all the things I love are right with me.
I am guilty of wanting more
And I don’t know if it’s being ambitious or greedy
But don’t tell me to settle for less.
All the things I preach against are the mistakes I’ve made
That I almost couldn’t forgive myself for
But eventually did.
My soul feels like it ages per second
Some days I haven’t lived at all.
I was a 1 year old 365 days ago
I am 12 now.
I want to pray for it all to end
But how can I pray without belief?
And how can I believe while I am ashamed?
I am addicted to the high that this madness brings
And I know that the end of a thing is the beginning of another
But how can I let go of my pain,
When it birthed my happiness?