Part 1

There’s a lot of confusion
When it comes to my past
So many memories that I’ll never get back
And many words said that I’ll always regret

If writing is therapy then I’ve found my path
Picking through my mind while throwing out the trash
Holding on to good, letting go of the bad
I’m grateful on this journey to be so intact

You can say I’ve lived my hell
And I’m on my way back
I know I’ll finally make it
When I lay down my pen and pad
But for now here I’ll stay, giving you my best.

-CP-