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Emotional Struggles and Resilience

You’re tired, and you’re on your own.
Stopping now won’t find you a home.
Roaming the streets, searching for a safe place to sleep,
Too scared of what strangers might think of you.
Scared it’s always going to be this way.
No one to turn to. No one to trust.
The ones you called friends, the distant family—
They betrayed you the most.

You put trust in others because you don’t trust yourself.
That’s how you got here.
You were used.

Go fall asleep on the campus lawn,
Even if you don’t know if it’s illegal.
You’ve never done it before.
You woke up surrounded by cops—
They didn’t understand the pain you feel,
The feeling of being lost.

You just want love. Comfort.
So far, no success.
Too prideful to ask to go home—
What would people think?

You’ve gone from place to place.
You’ve made it work this long.
How long is enough?
That’s your decision.

Suffering is no longer an option.
No one’s going to feel sorry for you.
They want you to help yourself.

No more crying yourself to sleep in temporary shelter,
Because it’s just that—temporary.
No more relying on others.
They’ll only hurt you.

No more mania.
No more depression.
No more being scared of yourself.
No more people being scared of you because of it.

Put your best skills forward.
People are your skill.
You’ve played the field—got shelter from temporary users.
Use that.
Put it toward your career.
Put it toward your love of perspective.

There’s no need to be scared.
You’re resilient.

You might fail.
But you still have where you’re from if this final push doesn’t work.
There are always more chances.

Just do it.

Please succeed.
You must succeed.
No more failing.
You’re better than that.
I’m all I have, you son of a gun.
There can be no more feeling hopelessness.

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What Sadness Taught me

I have no room for hate in the world, and I’ve always forgiven anyone who’s ever done me wrong—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s already too much hate out there, whether it’s the world struggling to get along or someone choosing to hurt someone else.

There are two ways to see the meaning of life. One is to live it to the fullest: find your true love, start a family, and pass those dreams on to future generations. The other? That no matter how hard you try, happiness doesn’t last forever. That we are small, and the universe is ever-expanding. That, in the grand scheme of things, nothing we do will matter billions of years from now.

And honestly, I see it both ways.

There’s something about finding fulfillment before death that brings peace—and I think I’ve found that. I’m not afraid to die. I feel nothing when staring into the face of death, because I know I’d be at peace, laying all that hatred and hurt to rest.

I’ll always be grateful to the people who shaped me. But people have limits—whether it’s fitting into society or finding true love. I thought I’d found love many times, but I never found salvation. I wanted to love and be loved. But I’ve given up.

I’ve always treated others the way they’ve wanted to be treated. I’ve lived by this: treat people with respect, and love thy neighbor—even if you hold hatred in your heart. Because at the end of the day, we’re all just people. And we all see the world differently.

Even the worst people can change the world for the better. You can quote me on that.

Coming to peace with life has taught me that it’s okay to be lonely, to be sad—because sadness fuels every emotion, even happiness. Sadness becomes the foundation of our drive, our values, our routines, and our choices. It’s what sculpts our personality.

Sadness drives us to feel anything but sadness. It’s hard to explain, but you’d never know true happiness without having known true sorrow. Without sadness, there would be no empathy. No regret. No reflection. It has sparked both greed and generosity. It’s driven revolutions and ended wars. It’s led people to fight for what they felt was right in the moment.

Sadness is why we see the world so differently. It’s what teaches us perspective.

You can’t truly understand your emotions until you’ve lived through your lowest lows.

That’s why I’ve come to believe—sadness is not our enemy. It’s the compass.

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From Lost to Found

I have lost, what I need

Losing all that I need to believe

I am cold, I can’t breathe 

I’ll do all that I need to succeed





I’ve become what I hate

I am losing my soul

While I stray from the path

Everything that I’ve known





This is all a mistake 

This is out of control 

As I stray from the path

Everything that I’ve known





I have found, what I need

Gaining all that I need to believe

Safe and sound, I can breath 

I’ve done all that I need to succeed





I’ve become what I love 

I am finding my soul

While I gain from the path 

Everything that I know





This is not a mistake 

This is in my control 

As I gain from the path 

Everything that I know

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The Tiring of a Relationship

I checked in 
you checked out.
You checked in
I checked out.

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I Wish You'd Quit Drinking

When I think about you drinking alcohol,

I start to feel disgust.

Your absent-mindedness

makes all my feelings feel so just.

When you took alcohol from random men

and excused it—

it caused me distrust.



Seeing you wasted that time

really messed up all of my brain.

It makes me relive those moments—

and all I feel is pain.

When you got a ride from a man I don’t know,

it gave me disdain.



I want to be trusting,

but all that’s stuck inside my head.

I try to communicate,

and you argue what’s been said.

Now I’m not so comfortable

when you go drink at other places.

I’ve tried to speak it clearly,

but you don’t see the problem that it faces.

You’ve got you looking available,

and people trip over their laces.



You get so wasted

that you don’t know what you’re doing.

When you go out without me,

I’m scared you’ll do something unapproving.

You hang out with a bad influence—

and it leaves me disapproving.



I love you so much,

but it makes me feel disregarded.

It makes me so worried—

and my feelings are unguarded.

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Drowning in Sorrow

I’m so tired of spendin’ nights alone

The test of time has left me like a stone

Drinkin’ time—I feel it in my bones

Feel so numb, I can’t pick up the phone



Drownin’ in sorrow, can’t find my way

Lost in the darkness, day after day

Tears fill my eyes as I silently pray

For a glimmer of hope to guide me astray



Should’ve known that fortune favors bold

Tried so hard just to go break the mold

Drinkin’ time, it got so uncontrolled

Now I’m dead, so far deep down below



Drownin’ in sorrow, can’t find my way

Lost in the darkness, day after day

Tears fill my eyes as I silently pray

For a glimmer of hope to guide me astray

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If I Admit It

How am I supposed to take care of you

when I can’t take care of myself?



How am I supposed to love you

when I can’t even love me too?



How am I supposed to expect the best

when I can’t even get things off my chest?



How am I supposed to put up a fight

when I don’t even know what’s right?



How am I supposed to smirk

when I know things won’t work?



How am I supposed to peak

when all I feel is weak?



How am I supposed to roll the dice

when I don’t even think I can make the sacrifice?



How am I supposed to love

when you can’t rise above?



How am I supposed to rise above the obstacles ahead

when I just feel dead?



How am I supposed to think it’s worth it

when nothing feels perfect?

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Rose-Tinted Dilemma

For what it’s worth, I can’t stop thinking

about the predicament I’m in—

and no matter how many times I think about it,

I’ll always lose.

I’ll never win.



If given the chance,

I would give it my all.

So for me, if I admit it,

I’ll have to take the fall.



I look at you with my rose-tinted glasses

and see all the beauty in the world I need.

But at the same time,

when I look at you,

time passes,

my heart begins to bleed.



Almost anytime I walk into the room,

I smell a sweet smell—

but I take it as a sign

that I have to repel.

I wish it wasn’t that way,

but it’s all so true—

because when I smelled that smell,

I couldn’t stop thinking about you.



Oh, the moral dilemma I’ve put myself in.

I’ll always lose.

I’ll never win.

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Dear Girl I've Never Met

Dear girl I’ve never met,

Whether it’ll be planned or not, you’ll always be

in my thoughts.

Crazy romantic, chilled and laid-back — I hope it

will go well.

I’ll try my best to make you happy — I’ll call the

shots.

We’re gonna be singing, laughing, crying — I can

tell.



Dear girl I’ve never met,

Every time I close my eyes, I start to think of you,

and everything we could do.

We could kiss and dance in the rain, just live in

the moment.



Dear girl I’ve never met,

We could go on a car trip and just sing our

hearts out — or I’ll serenade you

just to make you smile, ‘cause you own it.

We could just go crazy and do something

stupid — whatever it may be, that’s the main

proponent.



Dear girl I’ve never met,

I’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy and

healthy.

If something’s wrong, just express it all to me.

I’ll always do my best, even though I might not

be wealthy.

I just hope when we meet you’ll see what I see —

a beautiful girl who’s worth anything,

and captured my heart so stealthily.

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Existential Echos

What’s the point of trying,

when failure feels near?

What’s the point of moving forward,

when sadness is all I hear?

Why bother achieving,

when it seems they’ll leave and truths become clear?

What’s the point of taking risks,

when emotions turn to fear?



What’s the point of letting go,

when everyone just moves along?

What’s the point of singing,

when the meaning of the song feels wrong?

Why endure the pain,

when it seems all efforts were in vain?

What’s the point of believing,

when deception lingers like smoke from a flame?



What’s the point of caring,

when appearance becomes the focus instead?

What’s the point of love,

when the fear of loss fills you with dread?

Why listen,

when no one hears the words you’ve said?

What’s the point of helping,

when your own needs go unfed?