You’re strong honey
Living is not for the weak of heart
Living is not for the weak of heart
Living hurts and it ends
Yet…
You’re here aren’t you?
Standing there, bruised
But breathing.
Not everyone made it
through the night, sweetheart
Yesterday died with the dawn
It’s now, you’ve made it to now
Right now, it’s here
And you’re here, aren’t you?
Make peace with the past and let it go
Living is not easy
Living is dangerous and painful
Your scars serve as proof
that you can make it through,
You’re still here, aren’t you?
Live with your chin up honey
Live like its all that you have to do
and soldier on, breathing
and smiling all the way…
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 