It won’t go away.
They won’t fade.
This has been my only escape basically.
My last escape was taken from me, so here I am.
I really can’t stand the nights that I can’t fall asleep because I think about that one thing I had in my life that I let slip away. My music. The one thing that helped me through it all. My lyrics. The words that actually spoke about me. The lyrics that could get me through the day knowing I was able to let out myself into poetry, into music. The fact that I even remotely thought of giving that all up because of some people who broke me down to think I wasn’t good enough for them.
I’m so much more than that. I just can’t bring myself to put myself into another situation where I’ll be right back to where I am now, again.
Crying every other fucking night because of how much I failed at my first attempt, and how I shouldn’t go back to avoid the pain.
I can’t think like that.