A letter to myself

The clock strikes three in the morning and i find myself still awake, Tossing and Turning. Thinking and thinking about day that awaits.

My mind is against me, but my heart tells me to be strong. It tells me that i will eventually find my euphoric key - I just need to hold on.

There are reasons why people live on and face the mundane and sometimes bleak hours of this thing we call life. There are reasons we

Enjoy the sunrise, every morning birds song, and how some people push the thought of suicide away and put down the knife. The

Laughter loved ones cause , the warmth of a hug a sweet late night kiss, it is in these moments that wounded souls find bliss. I've

Written words of hatred towards myself for many years, words that i'd never call anyone else, words filled with anger and fears.

Dear me, who has pushed through pain , attempted to end it all and has built an industructible wall to protect what's left of a broken

Person.