It's 11:11 and I can't seem to make a wish,
The indecisiveness is back and it's made me it's b*tch.
Should I wish for others like I usually do?
Or should I wish that I can gain the strength to not pursue it?
I gotta start at day one and keep the days counting,
Who knew it would be so easy to break the 7 months without cutting?
I've got this it's all okay,
Just gotta hold my head up day after day.
There was no reason, I just felt so numb,
Right after 60 I felt pretty dumb.
I'm not writing this for hurt and I don't need your pity,
I just hope this helps overall make me feel a little less sh*tty.
Staying strong is really rough,
With no one by your side it gets pretty tough.
The longer you stay clean the more you will have,
To look back on your life and to follow your path.
Don't focus on the calling temptation,
Just keep the numbers rising your motivation.
Its okay I'll still smile and wave,
This doesn't mean things have to change.
Keep fighting your demons don't let them win,
Cus once you do they're forever within.
They'll haunt you and enter your dreams,
Then turn around and whisper sweet things.
Your head will spin and your mind will scream, While the constant battle goes on and you never choose a team.
Its okay I will be fine,
I'm alive today and I made a little rhyme.
All is good I'm at my peace,
Knowing things doesn't need to be complete.
YOU ARE READING
Sorry
PoetryFilled with regret, heavy in self-sabatoge. Written in January 2015, making me almost 16.