You are loved.
You have a family and friends that will tell you're smart and beautiful when you can't find the strenth to believe in yourself.
It's raining, the street is yellow with the night lights and... you are ok.
It hurts not because you're in a bad place but because you know you had to crowel out of it.
And it feels so good to be free of the strings that held you back for so long.
A big laugh.
A big laugh. Joy.
They can't control me, what I think or the way I look at the reflection in my mirror.
A cigarrete, a line of smoke coming out of your mouth blending so peacefuly with the darkness of a rainy night.
Alone but not lonely.
Alone but not lonely. Indepent but never lonely.
Something has changed, life is looking good even with the pain of your unforgetabe past.
Staring up at the sky, tears falling down your face... finaly you feel at peace.
No one listened to me when I was begging for help, no one but me.
While the cars are passing by on the wet streets and friends are talking outside the restaurants, I feel at home.
I made this home for myself and you can bet I fucking deserve it.