I’m battling with these emotions in my body and my mind
Some days are good, Some days I think of suicide. And carbonate dioxide to wash up my mind. It gets fucked up in there. And I try to keep my head up high. I try to remember all the good days but truthfully sometimes the only memory that prevails is that of a sad and messed up present. And I can’t hold on to the past. And I can’t look up to a future that hasn’t happened. And even though they see that I’ve got it going on for myself, it’s all twisted in there. It’s not just about a good career. Good finances. I’m not happy. I want to be happy. I will take the necessary steps to be happy.
But until then. I will brush up the bad moments and not let them define my present. I can do this. Even these are all just words I can do this.
Power of the tongue better be working because all I’ve got left is the good thoughts that were once shared with me in my dark moments.