Pain to Growth
I said everything around us can affect our mental health,
And sometimes it can be the worst feeling you have ever felt.
As you sit and watch your own people kill you of your well-being,
You start to lack, to lose faith, and see that nobody can call themselves human beings.
The fact that everything took over your heart. It’s unforgivable,
And now depression is becoming realistical.
Everywhere you go, you would let people take advantage of you.
So now you’re “irresponsible, selfish, and in denial.”
As you stare in the mirror and think is this really you?
This isn’t the way anybody has raised you.
But I don’t blame you; it’s your surroundings that corrupted you
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And how you only focus on your flaws,
Has made you into a rock.
Yet the world only deformed you.
And you make decisions that put you under the belt of the law,
But will you be picked up once you end up to fall?
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All you want to do is point the gun to your head,
To pull the trigger and let your troubles all end.
Nobody, not even me would like to see you on your resting bed.
You stop taking chances to fix your life,
And as you say your final words,
You look at your image in the mirror and you see a blur.
I know sometimes there’s no one to support you half of the time,
But even I had my own issues and I couldn’t perfect myself with such little time.
We let the generation destroy our well-being. Again,
I’m no sister, I’m no lover, and I’m no friend.
At the end, our hearts end up being nothing but a little grain in the sand.
Pitch black and soulless,
I couldn’t give you an ounce of my help.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Even a couple of your friends will turn their back on you and forget.
They know your secrets and up destroying who you are,
And people pushing down on you so you don’t go as far.
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Because the world knew everything about you,
Now they questioning, and all they do is doubt you.
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You broke down and end up being all alone,
You would tell people to back off and get out of your zone.
Even though you never wanted to feel alone.
Walking around the city with nobody to heal your pain,
And to help you see everything different then it all being insane.
You became a young person, who is emancipated,
Your heart? Throughout the years it disintegrated.
I’m ashamed for not one person being there,
To pull out these situations out of your hair.
Even your own family would leave you to rot on the streets,
Shooting your heart out and leaving you to die, all deceased.