For now I'll sit alone in a dark room and let my sadness be real. But just for now. I know I'll be okay and it'll stop hurting. I'll still cry and I'll still miss the feeling of your lips on mine. I'll still want to end my life and there will still be cuts on my wrists. The only thing that will change is the time on the clock and the date on the calendar. Time will go on and here I'll sit, loosing my innocence and falling further and further from recovery. But I know I'll be okay. Time will not stop and I will continue to listen to sad songs and sit alone. But I'll be okay. Time will take me to my happiness. All I have to do is keep fighting. I won't give up. I will be sad for a long time and now is the best time to accept that. It'll hurt, I'll cry, and things will get worse. But then they'll get better. And they might get worse again, but it will always end up okay. Or at least that's what they tell me.
