Bottled up inside.. Is a voice that wants to get out.
From my perspective, it looks like a curse.
My memories with it are humiliating and sad.
Yesterday was good for it, i was happy i got help
I do not love it and i never
Have. I’m feeling
Better about it and can’t wait for
It to get help so that i’m not
Limited by it anymore.
If i left it, and it didn’t come back
I’d be the happiest man on earth and will grow
From it.
I have learned to accept it, but doesn’t mean
I have to keep it.
My dream… could be possibly be a reality
I wish it would go away and stay away, throw it in the bottom of the ocean
With locks and an anchor attached to it. Or destroy it with my hands.
But for now i have to work it out and face reality..