Through Weathered Eyes

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You left me picking up the pieces of myself,
Cleaning up what remains of my mental health,
Learning how to live life without your help,
You gave me a reason to come down from my shelf,
Then you opened up the gates of hell,
Wish I would've looked before I fell,
Now all I am is a tiny cell,

Regeneration is sure to come, but that takes time,
A measurement of growth, beauty, and love, you took all of mine,
My heart too big in a world too small, shouldn't be a crime,

I'm just a repeat offender,
Love's number one contender,
Caught up with another pretender,
Mixing separate feelings in a blender,
My wounds stay tender,
Lessons never seem to render,
Time for another heartbreak bender,

You left me picking up the pieces of myself,
Cleaning up what remains of my mental health,
Learning how to live life without your help,
You gave me a reason to come down from my shelf,
Then you opened up the gates of hell,
Wish I would've looked before I fell,
Now all I am is a tiny cell,

I'm perfecting my craft, and becoming a master,
Take a look at my past, I'm a natural disaster,
Everyone go on and laugh, I'm just Abandonment's bastard,
I've been one known to live fast, but they've always been faster,
By the time I can catch, they're just a ghost in some plaster,

You left me picking up the pieces of myself,
Cleaning up what remains of my mental health,
Learning how to live life without your help,
You gave me a reason to come down from my shelf,
Then you opened up the gates of hell,
Wish I would've looked before I fell,
Now all I am is a tiny cell,

Wish I would've looked before I fell,
Wish I would've looked before I fell,
Wish I would've looked before I fell,

Wish I would've looked before I fell.

-D.O.

It's been a while since I've written last. This is a song/rap/poem I'm currently working on. It still needs some tweaking and touching up, but I felt pleased enough with it to share. I hope to make an actual legitimate recording of this sometime in the future. I'd love to hear your guys' thoughts.

Life is wild sometimes, it gets tough, it gets hard, and it even gets unimaginable. In those times, we sometimes fall short on ourselves, losing motivation and even interest in the things we love. And that's okay. Something that needs to be understood, SOMETIMES SURVIVING IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS GROWTH.

To anyone struggling with that, I want you to know that you're doing a good job. I want you to know that you are enough. I want you to know that you are loved. I want you to know that you are powerful. I want you to know that you are beautiful. I want you to know that I'M PROUD OF YOU.

I've recently been rejuvenated on motivation to write, perform, record, and just to get back into everything I had planned for this crazy ass year. Those of you still struggling, I promise you there is a light at the end of that tunnel, and I promise you that your day is coming. You guys are doing great. Progress over perfection, ALWAYS.

Thank you all for your patience with my lack of writing. It is all appreciated more than I could ever express with my words. Wishing you all the best!