Sometimes I just want to give up,
Just stick my head in the sand and deny
That things have to change.
Sometimes I wonder if I am so worthless,
Why am I granted the gift of life everyday?
Sometimes it hurts so bad
I want it all to end.
Sometimes I feel like my broken heart will never be whole again.
Sometimes I believe recovery was made deliberately to cause me more pain then I can handle.
Sometimes I see the light.
Sometimes my future looks bright.
Sometimes I realize I am healing and the shards of my broken heart are coming back together again.
Sometimes I discover how strong I have become, and I am overcoming my demons.
Sometimes the mirror doesn’t matter. I am enough and that is okay.
Sometimes I need to ask myself what is the next best thing?
To keep looking up even though it feels like I am being pulled down so strongly, by the force of gravity.
To chose recovry.
To let go of the hurt.
To improve the quality of life.
To embrace the future.