Poem: Awake me

I awoke today and I felt free.

The hell I was living was no longer a dream.

The thought of going in a circle had finally stop.

I look in the mirror and saw my head still lowered down.

Is this me?

The person who seems so free but cannot see.

Hurt has given me everything that I wanted.

It gave everything but the ability to be.

I call the pain, but it is no longer free.

It has caused me so much, yet I stay paying the price for me.

A time will come where I will fly.

That is not now, so I will try not to die.

It is easier said than to be done.

Now I must go back to and try once more.

Will I make it no one knows?

Maybe when I awake, I can finally see me.