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.