Just Writing From Within

Face forward Deep breaths Keep your legs moving Don’t look back What’s behind you can’t hurt you now You are far beyond your past You’re in the present now And you’re heading towards the future Don’t let the pain catch up Don’t let it touch you If you keep moving it won’t reach you Don’t stop moving Face forward Deep breaths Keep your legs moving Don’t look back It’s scary back there And it’s dark Your future is bright And you can do anything Run as if your life depends on it Because sometimes it does You don’t need to go back again You made it through Face forward Deep breaths Keep your legs moving Don’t ever look back

When I am weary And have no hope That’s when You come When I’m in pain And can’t see through the tears That’s when You come When I am doubtful And am in a dark place That’s when You come When I am happy And have joy beyond words That’s when You come When I am lonely And feel no worth That’s when You come You are always there You always watch over me Your hand holding me up You protect me You make me feel wanted Calling me Your own When I breathe my last breath And it’s my time to go That’s when You’ll come And lead me home

Every day I get out of bed, but everyday is not easy. There are many times where I would rather lay on my back, looking up at my blank white ceiling, than swing my legs over my bed and put my feet on the floor. Days when the empty, yet all-consuming feelings overpower everything else. When I just want to avoid life and never get up again because that is easier than faking it through one more day. Some days are easier than others and I don’t lay there lifeless for twenty minutes contemplating if everything is worth it. Some days I jump up with all the joy in the world and everything is great. But, when those days don’t come, there is one thing that gets me out of bed: involuntary determination.   I say involuntary because many days I would much rather give up and let the hurt consume me. But, in spite of myself and the depressive thoughts, I get up. I get up because I am too stubborn to let my weaknesses win – too stubborn to lose to the parts of me th...

She used to be strong She used to handle her own problems Not burden others with her pain What happened Who is this girl who Complains Cries Gives up I don’t know her I don’t like her What happened What broke her What made her need help Help she never asked for before

Give up. never let anyone tell you you are good enough because you are not worth it don’t listen to them say how amazing you are they don’t know the real you they don’t see the pain the hurt the ugliness — all that kills you (Now read from the bottom up)