Addiction. Feeding your mind and body what it wants until satisfaction reaches its peak. Attracting pain to a glimpse of sweeter serenity. A hope of happiness and a touch of light. A tear trickles down your face and kisses your chin goodbye. Falling to your knees in weakness, because you’ve been strong for too long. Stability doesn’t exist in your vocabulary. But, it’s for certain that your only stability is yourself. Fear, numbness and imperfect beauty combined into one person. Humility is your character, and distance is your relief. Faith is your strength, and love is a lie. Healing is your process, and words are your weapons. Your heart is your shield, and your mind is the battlefield. Clinging tightly, you long for a sense of balance. The fall is treacherous, but you trust your instincts. Left foot, right foot, breathe. You prepare yourself for the fall, and all at once you hit rock bottom. Looking up, it’s a long ways to go. Determination and dedication - two words that get you through the day until the next obstacle comes your way. Slowly but surely, you find yourself inching to the top. You regain knowledge and memory of
happiness. In the same moment, anger steps aside to make room for hatred. Your heart sinks to your stomach, and your emotions flare. All you see is red and your hands are trembling. You feel as if your true colors have faded, and all your showing is the paint. You try finding happiness at the bottom of a bottle or by the touch of a blade. Sobriety is no longer an option, but an enemy. Pain shatters any ounce of hope, and you feel so empty. The blows keep coming until you’re knocked out. Unconscious. Unable to control any actions to be done, or words to jump off your lips. You’re lost in the black, and can’t seem to find yourself. Light. You wake up, breathing heavily. A drop of sweat runs down your face and nothing but chaos runs through your head. Life is crippling you as you know it, and He is healing you in disguise. Each battle scar is the distinct trait that makes you different from anyone else. Every story helps the next guy in need. You look up in hopes to find a hand reaching down to you, but find nothing. Now all you’re left with is faith, trust and a little bit of fight left in you. Get up, and walk the path of destruction with all that’s left of you. Brush off the dust and remember - left foot, right foot, breathe.