I know what it’s like
To have given up.
I know how it feels
To have lost direction.
To question the purpose
Of our very existence.
To go through life alone
With no assistance.
Inconsistence.
Reminiscence.
On who I used to be
I used to smile for instance.
Do things happen for a reason?
Or do they happen because we make them happen.
So much is out of our control
We forget what we can control
We accept defeat
Without a fight
What are stars
When you can only see night
There’s too much dark
That you stop living for the light.
But if you don’t fall down first
How will you ever have height.
What is a constellation
Without the black sky behind it?
Imagine a sky full of stars
White on white
Try to find it.
Mundanity
Inanity
A complete loss of humanity
Because a world without black
Is a world without color.
And a world without color’s insanity.
To fly you must first fall
To grow you must first err.
I’d rather live a life of extremes
Then be stuck in the grey ‘cause of fear.
No matter how dark the night
The sun will always rise
An end is always a beginning
‘Cause sometimes it takes
A year like my last
To let go of the past
And start living
Alone but no longer lonely
It’s called independence.
I’ve learned to find joy with just me and myself
To find passion in life
Learn the difference
I used to live for my dreams
I now sleep to wake up
With purpose.
With motive.
Eager to live.
‘Cause for the first time
In a very long time
I’ve escaped the grey
I now see color for what it is.