The pain is real.
How did I end up like this?
I had a life, I had dreams I had a purpose.
But as I am now, I'm giving chances to my overiding fears, to gnaw and feast on my last ounce of courage.
I fear I have fallen, deep down bottomless pit.
Where did I start from and where am I headed now?
That I feel I've lost focus.
My mind is jumbled, there's a lot to do, to give time to, to idolize.
I read them all, they said, you've got this, don't give up. I can is all I should say.
Do you remember now?
So how do we give up do easily?
On those days we promised to fly when we became butterflies, to blossom when the sun came up.
And now that we're more, we sit with our hands folded.
This is not us, we curse ourselves no more, we belittle ourselves no more.
We are better from now.
A promise to me and you.
It's enough that we're alive and we want to become someone we respect.