Can I really seek happiness?
When all I had hoped was for misery
agony, pain, death, and sadness?
When all I wanted was the death of me
Can I really choose to be happy?
Can I really look past my scars?
The ones I carved out of my own hate
anger, disgust, and these self wars
The ones I seen as the start of my fate
Can I really change this late?
Can I really rely on a friend?
All I have done was keep people away
push, lie, conceal, and defend
All I have done for my own decay
Can I really be okay?
Can I really overlook this decade or more of my own destruction
When all I expected out of my life was my own suffering
The scars I bear still ever present and ever a obstruction
All I have done was plant the seeds for my own reckoning
So can I really, after all of this, be worthy of recovering?
Just a short little poem I cooked up in an hour or so after over a decade of just wishing the worst of myself. I had fairly recently found out that I, in fact, can move on past all of this. I’ve already taken my first step towards bettering my mental health and how I view myself. I was in tears yesterday at this revelation, that I don’t need or deserve this self hatred I hold. I can seek happiness. I can see beyond these dozens of scars on my body, I can welcome people into my life and have them give me a helping hand. I can do all of that and more. I really can, even after all these years of this.
Thanks to all who read this even if it isn’t that good of a poem. Just felt like throwing this out for the people on the lego fantasy game forums to read. Probably the biggest “didn’t ask” thing I’ve ever posted.
I relate to this on multiple levels. We just have to remember that if we keep going for our own individual sakes, we will eventually see the light at the end of the tunnel.