I am from thousands of mistakes.

I'm from the house near the train tracks,
Where I sit and think.
I'm from the pages and pages of writing.
I'm from a locked room,
Sitting for hours, crying my eyes out..
Just until it felt like the end.
I am from thousands of mistakes,
And nothing I am proud of.
I'm from you...
The one who made me who I am.
I am from a broken heart,
An empty soul,
Like a book without words.
I'm from long lonely nights,
Filled with tears, doubting it would ever be the same.
I'm from a family who fights,
And tears falling from my eyes like a waterfall.
I'm from the old yellow swing,
Hanging on the thin branch of the tree,
That looks as if it will break,
But it never does and never will.

I am from a life I once wanted to end,
And one I still am not happy with.