It would've been different if I knew it all.
But I'm only human as much I rise I fall.
The wounds on me are sacred the burns tell the story.
I did hit the ground but I stand with glory.
The fact that I survived the storm of my thought after you left is something that brings me some pride.
But the fact that my own self created such a storm fills me with fear of what's inside .
My soul might not be pure.
And my heart is broken for sure.
My brain lost a screw in that wind.
But I still stand .
