I like to say I'm not scared.
I like to say life is going good.
I like to say I'm happy.
I wake up every morning with a string of hope wrapped around my feet.
A string that is so fair I feel sometimes only I can see.
I like to say I'm strong and that nothing can beat me down.
But I don't tell people this string of hope is the only thing keeping me alive.
People say that there is no use for hope, then tell me what this is?
This string, that keeps me breathing.
This string, that is stronger than me.
Can't you see the string?
This string that holds me higher than I deserve.
This string that tells me to but the pills down and put my head up.
Don't you see this string?
This string that only shows itself to me when its quiet.
Because often than not that's when I listen the most.
I go to sleep with a string around my neck.
But this string isn't hope.
More like, death.
It's a string that tightens with every step, a string that chokes me.
You can see this string.
This string that is as black as my pupils.
A string that hates me.
You can see it can't you?
You can see it because that's what you choose to see.
You only want to see my past, not my present.
You only want to see my mistakes not my accomplishments.
If you really looked at my heart and not my face you would see that this string of hope; this string leads me.
This string, is stronger than anything.
This string, created me.
We all have these strings.
But it's a matter of which string you let win.
Which string do you choose to see?
