I sit here and think of my life from the past
with so much amazement that it didn't last
how could I make it through life's experiences
and overcome addictions that I had inherited.
To me it seems just so fake and unreal
that at only 15 years I was able to heal
I had to cross hell and come back again
but all and all I ended up alright in the end.
It hurts to know that alone I helped myself
the pain that I was feeling nobody else felt
throughout my whole life I always stayed strong
I just knew that here on earth I was meant to belong.
The feeling of accomplishment is so overwhelming
yet I know I wont sit here just thinking and dwelling
never before was I so proud of myself
until I overcame this life that I'd been dealt.
