itsgoingtobefine

This is progress

When I thought I was about to give up, I didn’t.
When I was about to give in, I saw a light.
When every dark image swarmed my mind, there became a new light shining through called hope. No cuts, no scars, no hate. Things get better as they progress and no I’m not just saying this because right now my soul is really happy, but for those who can’t find a light in their deep mind of depression and sleeping pills. Good things happen to go people and last time I checked, you’re a good person.