Dicen que el tiempo pasa y las cosas se olvidan, que vendrán días mejores.
Dicen que mi vida apenas comienza, y que en el amor, como en todo, se pierde a veces.
Dicen que hay alguien esperándome, alguien que me valorará como muchos no lo hicieron antes.
Normal people don’t understand what it’s like. They don’t know what it’s like to have voices on the inside that wants to sabotage everything. A voice that sounds an awful lot like your own. A voice that tells you to just relapse, a voice that tells you just end it all. Then there’s your true self. The part that wants to recover. It’s hard for us to focus on that part of ourselves. After years of negative, self destructive behaviors, it takes hard work for us to just think happy thoughts
You feel sad, but you cannot cry.
You feel tired, but you cannot sleep.
You feel angry, but you cannot scream.
You feel alone, but you cannot tell anybody.
You feel trapped, but you cannot run away from your thoughts.
You feel hopeless, but you cannot find a reason to go on.
You make a list in you mind of all of the reasons to stay against all of the reasons to disappear.
One side is getting longer than the other.
The darkness wants you to cut a little deeper and give in to it.
Everyday you loose a little bit more of yourself and add a reason to stop fighting.
Everyday you are one step closer to never waking up again.
Today you survived the battle, but the war is far from over, the darkness smiles as it looks deep into your soul and whispers -see you tomorrow-.
How long before you cannot fight for another tomorrow. Not long at all.