Blessing In Disguise

I've came to realize all the pain I've been through has been a blessing in disguise
You let mistakes hold you back, I prefer to focus on the lessons they provide
They counted me out, but I gave depression a fight
I came to realize all the pain I've been through has been a blessing in disguise

Heartbreak upon heartbreak now I'm heartless
Oh how predictable, an emotional poet calling himself a tortured artist
Funny how I was bullied and they used to leave me out
Then they asked why I let depression and anxiety prevent me from leaving the house

I'd go days without eating, nights without sleeping
Found comfort in pain, I enjoyed the bleeding
Missing my father deep down, but hating him on the surface
Picking alcohol over me, ended up making me feel really worthless

I was my own father with a little guidance from rappers
Dreams became, nightmares, tears became laughter
Good and bad eventually equal out
You'll find inner peace when you let any evil out

Grew up hating everyone and everything cause my parents didn't seem to care
They didn't take care of my screams and tears
Which made me realise its dumb to waste tears on those not worth them
Moving on and surviving without them, is the best way to hurt them

All the pain I've been through has been a blessing in disguise
You let mistakes hold you Back, I prefer to learn from the lessons they provide
They counted me out, but I gave depression a fight
Every obstacle that set me back, was a blessing in disguise
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Vinson Avatar
March 11, 2017 at 8:50 PM
Alex, quite a poem. : ) I'm glad when I hear you say you gave depression a fight, and I also know how hard that can be, and that sometimes it's just not that simple. Life can be hard, but your poem is tough and real, and in the end we have to make our own way. Cheers, Doug.
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March 12, 2017 at 9:27 PM
Thank you :) Yeah, You have to give depression a fight, and use all your strength otherwise it will eat you up. It's a tough battle, but we all have inner strength, as soon as we realize that we begin to find our own way :). Thank you :)
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