Holding on was tough when you couldn't even do that.
I realized at a young age that I wouldn't always be the happy, bubbly kid I was.
I thought it would all stay the same.
Saying it now just feels bitter.
I wish I knew that I would have to deal with this so I could have told myself,
everything was going to be alright and that I could stay strong.
I guess I was too dense.
I guess I was too caught up in my own world to notice how cruel everything was around me.
If I did, I wouldn't be here in this moment.
Sitting under a dark bridge,
desperately holding on to my body in an attempt to warm myself up.
I couldn't lie that I missed the memories of being happy.
I wonder if I'll ever be okay.