Whenever someone talked her out of a dark hole
They would tell her it will get better just hold on
And as much as she despised to hear those words
They were right
But I wish there was a way to explain it to you in a way you may understand
So let me define it gets better
For youThe tornado spinning around your head faster than you can think settles to a slight rain storm, a rumble of thunder here and there, while a minuscule breeze occasionally flies leaves off trees. The need to be far from home never quite leaves, but instead you make it your destiny, even when some may say it's your wildest dream, you work towards a life you'll love. The constant feeling of never being enough gets layered over, compacted so tight that it's barely there because when you stay you come to love the life you create when you love yourself. The feeling of your nails in the skin of your hands no longer satisfies you, you no longer feel the need to punish yourself for being unable to escape the hell that is your mind, you won't want to hurt yourself and you'll find yourself being more gentle to your body and brain perhaps reading a book or taking a bath. The scars that were once cried for help become a way to push through the worse moments, motivation towards the life you want to create. The nonstop worrying slowly fades out, it's always there, but it no longer consumes you. The ocean of love you deserve comes in constant waves among the shore because when you begin to love yourself you teach others how to love you the right way. The streams of tears weaken letting a drop or two flow at a time every once and awhile, but you no longer spend your nights crying rivers for past love. The wanting to be gone from this beautiful earth is cut from the picture, when it gets better you don't want to be gone, when it gets better you feel sad for the old version of you who did, you'll realize all you would've missed, and it's not worth it for the pain that lasts a little while, there's always a better side you just have to want it, you have to be strong enough to hold on to obtain it. It is beautiful here. Sweetheart, it truly does get better you just have to trust your potential.
-if you feel like no one else does, I love you, all of you
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You Are Everything
PoetryA collection of poems for the over thinkers, hopeless romantics, and beautiful souls. May these reach you and help you in any way possible.