I've come this far, so why end now?
Honestly for the first time in years,
A part of me is proud of myself.
I've written so much, put so much down
Each rhyme and poem of mine hole a piece of my heart inside.
This is my dream, this is all I ever want to do.
I found my passion for writing my emotions and everything they hide
And hopefully one day, my words will find their way to help people too.
Because even though this world has seven and a half billion people,
Feeling alone comes quite easy,
So I hope someone finds my words,
And I hope I can at least mitigate some of this feeling.
But even in this giant world,
It's hard to believe they ever will.
