My fallacy in believing in my childish excuses was merely adding stress.
I have failed and been disappointed many times, but it led to my success.
I have succumbed to risky conduct and I almost lost my life.
I learned lessons and compassion, no longer carrying strife.
My life was in shambles, now I perceiver.
I lied to everyone I knew, now I’m sincere.
I apologize to the loved ones I’ve directly wronged.
If I stayed ignorant, the pain would have prolonged.
My moral compass has changed, my support system has prevailed.
If it were not for them, I would remain derailed.
I was hopeless and lifeless, that mind numbing sting.
I am now genuinely inspired by people, places and things.
I found something truly to be passionate about.
That passion is something I will never live without.
I will die continuously fighting a hateful stigma.
I will die being a compassionate soul.
I will die assisting others find their way.
I will die spreading the message of mental health importance.
I will die knowing I survived it.
I will die knowing that I always tried.
I will die fighting my own villain.
I will die knowing I stayed faithful.
I will die knowing I was honest.