Happiness feels a lot like sorrow.
Let it be, you can’t make it come or go.
But you are gone, not for good but for now.
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good.
I’m nothing. I’m weak. I’m worthless. The superman that you thought stood in front of you, got a reality check from krypton’s green substance. The strength that use to be instilled in this so called soldier, cease to exist, because even statues crumble into pieces. He is weak. The man that stood on top of the world has fallen to his knees. He can’t even gather enough strength to stand on his own two feet. He, who was guided by the ethos of the warrior, has accepted defeat. I stand here motionless, helpless. A moment of silence for the death of what I thought was strength. I’m nothing. I’m weak. I’m worthless.
If ever you just need someone to understand you, who knows what it’s like to be in your shoes, turn to music and up the volume. There’s a song out there telling your story. There’s an artist out there who understands.
Don’t doubt. Don’t over analyze. You’ll end up confusing yourself. Take risk. Take chances. Don’t be afraid of being rejected. But before all of this, know yourself. If you truly know yourself, you know what you want. Don’t guess, don’t doubt, don’t over analyze who you are.
You only fail when you fail to try.