I used to have a case of hopelessness,
That I never considered could be cured.
My soul had turned black and emotionless,
As a result of what I had endured.
Everybody told me that I was strong,
Yet I was heavily in denial.
I felt as though my existence was wrong,
Of which had started my downward spiral.
I had felt like this for quite awhile,
And I grew weaker with each day’s passing.
Disguising it with a crooked smile,
That covered the sorrow I was masking.
So I chose to dive into the deep end,
And transformed my denial completely.
Each night I would feel my bones break and bend,
As I felt the healing much too deeply.
But I couldn’t bare the thought of quitting,
When I knew I’d come so far already.
I was determined to keep committing,
To destroying what I’d like to bury.
Then the strengths that they had mentioned before,
Became known the more I worked on my soul.
It ended up being hard to ignore,
That I had regained a lot of control.
Not only that but my hope was restored,
Yet it wasn’t easy to accomplish.
But it’s because I had fully explored,
The sides of me I wished to demolish.
And with the faith that has returned to me,
I’ll become who I’ve aspired to be.