It doesn’t matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar.
It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up.
But maybe that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap.
Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward.
It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little bit messed up.
Before we can step up.
söndag, april 18
"And I claim Im not excited with my life any more So I blame this town, this job, these friends The truth is its myself And Im trying to understand myself And pinpoint where I am By the time I get things figured out Ive change the whole damn plan"
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