remembering...life's hardest moments...

the days i grew silent...
the days i could not even find the words to speak...
i would just look out,
into the opened wind,
waiting...
waiting...
waiting...for...just, a feeling...
a feeling to tell me that i am still here...
that there is another place of joy,
of happiness,
and no other pain...

i wanted to feel that i was someone...
someone who was here...
for a reason...

if i had only been able to see back then,
but went opposite...
i had cut,
and drunk...
i had cried,
and ran,
and tried,
to escape...
i had placed that around my neck,
pierced it through my skin,
burnt it off,
and screamed when put on mute...

but now...
i see...
even with a spinning head...
on who,
i really am...

i am someone...
i am a person...
i have found my reason...
you may not believe me tho...

but after getting better,
from some dumb hospital,
running from the cops,
and myself,
i finally see,
who i truly was,
and still am...

i see her in everyone's smile...
i see her every time i give someone a hug,
i see her every time there is hope...

i am _________.