Who I once was

The darkness was a familiar thing you know.

Each day I could feel the emptiness creeping upon.

I never really felt like myself, simply just a shadow.

Constantly wondering how long this would go on.

 

One never really know what goes on inside someone's head,

To fully understand, we'd have to be that someone ourselves.

My mind contained too many thoughts that stayed unsaid.

There were no room for dust on any of the shelves.

 

Days, weeks, months were all the same.

I was living my life on repeat, nothing ever changed.

I never liked the person that I became.

From my own self I was suddenly estranged.

 

Today I sit here, thinking back on who I once was.

It's a powerful feeling, knowing  that I made it.

Knowing that nothing is impossible, simply just because,

You force yourself to never give up, but truly commit.

 

Sometimes I wonder, how long I would have been around.

If nothing ever changed, If I had been too weak.

If I had kept on living in hell's battleground.

Always too fucked up to speak.

 

At times the darkness still comes creeping,

But it never seems to get a hold of me.

Now I know which thoughts are worth keeping.

And which will drown me out at sea.