The Past, Moving on.

I have this pain

I feel such shame

It’s hard to tell where it begins

And can’t fathom where it ends.

My mind is a mess,

It causes such stress.

Everyday is troublesome,

I don’t know what’s to come.

My life is in shambles,

So much for being hopeful.

If I could just turn it around,

The meaning would be profound.

My life would be easier,

No longer a people-pleaser.

I trust my gut,

To get out of this rut.

To learn how to live,

So that I may thrive.

If not that,

Then what’s the purpose of life?

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