Sometimes I wonder
If you could see me now, what would you think?
Would I have made you proud?
Or just given you more to frown and shake your head at me for?
I know you wanted me to be happy, but it's just proving to be too hard to smile all the time. I can't pretend every day. Sometimes I just need to let it all go and hope that no one asks me about the tear tracks on my cheeks or the reason I can't look them in the eyes. I'm sorry.
I should be doing better that this, I know. Everyone else seems to have moved on and they're doing just fine. They're all getting by so well, happy, but I can't keep shutting this out. I miss you. And that isn't going to change anytime soon. But I've changed some after all.
So, is it enough? Would you smile if you looked down on me right now? What would you do if you could see me now?
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
