Turning Point

The voices in my head
Like a thorn in my side
Making me doubt my decisions
Slowly killing my drive
Face first in the gutter
No longer searching to thrive
Doing what the others expect from me
I'm rotting from the inside

Rotting from the inside

I’ve spent so much time
Trying to find myself
Repressing what I felt
To fit with everyone else
I guess I was scared to fail
Scared to be alone
Scared to take my dreams seriously
Scared of the unknown

I need to step back up
I need to shake myself
For the time I have left
I can’t keep holding my breath

It’s crazy how
I had to reach the lowest the lows
And feel the presence of death at close range
To start making a change
FUCK

Nothing can stop me now