What do I do with all this anger? Where do all these feelings go? Where did I get this and why did it happen? Fuck it I don’t know! I want to escape the chase and the fall I want to grasp every moment and give it my all. I used to think that without you I’d drown. I can’t help but laugh at how pathetic I was. The beauty I’ve found and the things I’ve learned, I’m not fully there yet but one day I will be. You just never know until it hits you. Being used to the tears and heavy sobs. The dark and silence while helplessly gasping for air through every tear. You see it’s hard to channel all that into one thought because it all races back. It’s hard to think that one day things will be fine when right now you’re just trying to put down the blade the blunt or the bottle. It’s hard to make someone understand what in your mind seems impossible because if you don’t understand it how can someone else? Just like that, you get lost. We all go through it, some more than others but the overall feeling is pain. A dash of regret and a hint of fear can cause the perfect dose of anger. The type of loneliness that triggers the tears. A pain so strong it’s almost physical. Luckily for us wounds heal and yes scars form but I find those the most intriguing. A symbol of hope and a reminder of strength, you made it! Now don’t fucking go there again!