Don't you dare tell me it doesn't help.
Don't you think I know it gets worse before it gets better? Maybe things are at their worst now, but if this is bad I can live with it.
I don't know about how much worse I could take, but I'm in it too deep already, I've learned from my mistakes.
You won't catch me with another tear, no matter how bad I want to cry, because I've found another way.
A way to get rid of all the tears, maybe not the ones that have already been cried but the ones that think they're going to take over my life.
I can't take back what I've already done, that's a lost battle that nobody's won.
But I can learn from the things I've done, and get away from this place all I have to do is run.
The images will always be in the back of my mind, but over time they'll fade.
And when they do get replayed I'll just be reminded of how bad things once were, and how bad things could be.
But by then they'll all have changed because I found another way.
