the weight of my sadness and pain, i first had to honor its existence
to one thing; i was addicted to filling a void within myself with things other than my own love
not loving yourself refusing to grow not letting go
heal and let go, what ails us deeply must first come to the surface
from my darkness until i understood that in it i would find my freedom
the walls you build to protect yourself do not become a prison
i wasn’t ready to treat you well
i didn’t know love was meant to be selfless
i didn’t know my pain had control over my actions
i didn’t know how far away i was from myself and how that distance always kept us miles apart
(blind heart)
the ones who saw greatness in you even in your darkest moments
is one who heals their own wounds and then shows others how to do the same