Reflecting: Speaking to my old self.

Your life may seem like a big fat joke, but know I can see that you’re just a little spiritually broke.

You’ve always been reserved trying to keep that pride,

Allowing no one to come inside.

But one thing I know is true, you’re a fighter that never has given up the hope.

You’ll find yourself again, though it may take a while to learn how to fully cope.

Seeing through that broken smile, stop turning up your fake dial.

Show yourself, the true you, that is what I’m asking.

I want to see you healthy and have that happy honest smile.

I know it’s hard to escape the broken and shattered views, when your mind has been so skewed.

Rise above, do what you got to do.

But please understand, that it is critical you talk when those crazy thoughts come through.

Wish you could see what I see in you, ’cause there’s something remarkably real and so true.

It’s hard to lay yourself in the hands of God when you’re struggling with your own self-control.

Belief is hard, but remember he’s will always be there to help you get out of this dark hole.

Underneath it all, you are one of the strongest people I know. Please don’t give up, there’s more to life than this all time low.

Hey! We all make mistakes, stop detaching yourself from the pain you’re going through; this pain is what’s going to help you grow.

You say you don’t care what others think, but this is also what has slowly made you sink.

Anxiety shines through, making it easier to run back to that old crew.

But that compassion and soft side is something God gave you to shine that magic onto others like you do.

Forget the past of yesterday, keep pushing through. Fuck that old crew.

You’re worth more than all that, give yourself that second chance, and stop with all the self-hate.

You’re drifting away, pushing the ones that care to the side, because of all the pain and shame.

But no one is here to point the finger and place any blame.

We need you and care about you, the others don’t mean shit.

They’re only there to tell you to ease it with one more hit.

I see you’re tired eyes that silently cry every night.

You don’t have to do this alone, we’ll be here to walk with you to that shiny light.

For now, it’s day by day as you put your pieces back together, and eventually that weight will feel like a distant feather.

Have a little faith in yourself, like we have faith in you.

The day will come when all you have are smiles, ’cause you have grew from walking all those painful miles.

I promise things will turn out alright, God has a plan that is going to shine so bright.