Found Myself

I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve fucked up… On how many times I’ve found myself lost… And confused… I mess up… I make a mess of things… Its actually one of the best things I’m good at… I sometimes run… Far… Because its much easier to then to explain how I feel. I tend to push away those who truly care for me… Because its easier than to open my heart and trust… I’m clumsy… I fall flat on my face when the world seems upside down… I have scars… With deep scabs… In which I repeatedly try to peel off… Hoping one day it wouldn’t hurt so much… But I am also human… And through it all… I’ve found happiness… And great friends… And the best memories… Where I can relive from time to time… I’ve found hope… And I’ve found ways to smile… Even when it’s cloudy… Ways to walk forward when the road seems blurry… I’ve found ways to leave behind things that are to heavy to carry… Bittersweet… That’s life… But through it all… I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve gotten myself up and kept moving forward.. Because its all worth it…

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One thought on “Found Myself

  1. sometimes you need to be alone so you can clear your head and figure out what you really want to do.

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