“In spite of what they say, I’m still not right. Out of body out of mind and out of everyone’s sight. But even through the struggle I still hold tight, leaving the pieces behind makes it easier to feel alive. I need to live, I need to love, not just survive."
I struggle to survive in this fucking existence. When every new morning brings a sober assessment of where I am, where I’ve been, and what I need to be. Forget the past, stand and face whats in front of me but for better or worse, I carry on. and on, and on, and on, I carry on.