Let it go.
Let it go
Breathe, step back, move on
Let it go.
Life isn't always happy
Your pocket isn't always filled with sunshine
You don't always walk on sunshine
There isn't always sunshine
Let it go.
I’m holding on far too tight to things that don't exist.
I’m still creating expectations where I never should have.
I still feel like I have no home.
I’m crying alone in bed each night praying and grasping at air.
Let it go.
Home is where the heart is.
I’m not sure where my heart is but I’m trying to find it.
To put it firmly in my chest.
I’m not sure it's ever been wholly there before.
Let it go.
I can't change anyone except myself.
I can't worry a drunken man sober.
I can't stress a broken car fixed.
I can't obsess a work situation resolved.
Let it go.
Tension builds in between my shoulder blades.
I’ve always carried stress there but this is out of hand.
My jaw is perpetually clenched.
I get headaches almost every day.
Let it go.
I can’t even let myself remember the happy moments right now.
Last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I imagined laying there with a warm body beside me.
And I lost it. I couldn’t even smile at a happy moment.
How does it still feel like yesterday?
Let it go.
I haven’t been happy in months. I know I’m depressed, but it’s not a medication-needed depression.
It’s an “I need to not be so alone all the time” depression.
The longer I go without having regular friends around, the more I sink into myself.
I hate being home alone but I don’t know what to do outside that door.
Let it go.
I dream happy.
Sometimes I dream it rewinds a few months and I recapture that unadulterated joy.
That Crystal.
She went away.
Let it go.
I’ve got to let it go.
I’ve got to move on.
I’ve got to find me again.
I have to. I’m losing it.
There’s nothing but truth in that statement. I’m losing it. Me. I’m losing me. Drowning in pity parties and sadness and tears and wishes. Help. I want to scream at someone, “help!” But, there’s no one to help. No hand to pull up from the dark water. It’s no one’s place and only I can do it. I’ll pull myself up. I have to do that. I need to do that now. I need to be somewhere on land breathing fresh air rather than coughing the water out of my lungs, surprised I haven't been pulled under.
I don’t have the first clue how to do that. But I know part of it is just simply letting go.
Let. It. Go.
Breathe, step back, move on
Let it go.
Life isn't always happy
Your pocket isn't always filled with sunshine
You don't always walk on sunshine
There isn't always sunshine
Let it go.
I’m holding on far too tight to things that don't exist.
I’m still creating expectations where I never should have.
I still feel like I have no home.
I’m crying alone in bed each night praying and grasping at air.
Let it go.
Home is where the heart is.
I’m not sure where my heart is but I’m trying to find it.
To put it firmly in my chest.
I’m not sure it's ever been wholly there before.
Let it go.
I can't change anyone except myself.
I can't worry a drunken man sober.
I can't stress a broken car fixed.
I can't obsess a work situation resolved.
Let it go.
Tension builds in between my shoulder blades.
I’ve always carried stress there but this is out of hand.
My jaw is perpetually clenched.
I get headaches almost every day.
Let it go.
I can’t even let myself remember the happy moments right now.
Last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I imagined laying there with a warm body beside me.
And I lost it. I couldn’t even smile at a happy moment.
How does it still feel like yesterday?
Let it go.
I haven’t been happy in months. I know I’m depressed, but it’s not a medication-needed depression.
It’s an “I need to not be so alone all the time” depression.
The longer I go without having regular friends around, the more I sink into myself.
I hate being home alone but I don’t know what to do outside that door.
Let it go.
I dream happy.
Sometimes I dream it rewinds a few months and I recapture that unadulterated joy.
That Crystal.
She went away.
Let it go.
I’ve got to let it go.
I’ve got to move on.
I’ve got to find me again.
I have to. I’m losing it.
There’s nothing but truth in that statement. I’m losing it. Me. I’m losing me. Drowning in pity parties and sadness and tears and wishes. Help. I want to scream at someone, “help!” But, there’s no one to help. No hand to pull up from the dark water. It’s no one’s place and only I can do it. I’ll pull myself up. I have to do that. I need to do that now. I need to be somewhere on land breathing fresh air rather than coughing the water out of my lungs, surprised I haven't been pulled under.
I don’t have the first clue how to do that. But I know part of it is just simply letting go.
Let. It. Go.