got tired of living here, tired of stressing,
tired of praying for just one blessing.
tired of trying, tired of crying,
tired of taking losses as lessons.
Got tired of hoping for things to get better,
looking for the sun,
while the ground just got wetter..
with rain.. every single drop,
a reminder of the pain that never stopped.
got so used to it,
became normal for me..
so when I looked in the mirror,
these eyes couldn't see..
seen no sparkle in them,
and not a stitch of beauty.
even when I smiled,
they saw right through me.
they've seen my soul,
seen how my heart had tears in it.
they witnessed the damage,
that bandages couldn't heal me with.
they've seen the breaks that couldn't be fixed,
and the many cracks that can't be mended.
the way words like "im sorry" could never,

really straighten all the promises bended.
Then I blink and shudder from the memory,  

thinking of what I saw, comparing to what I see.
the current image that is me,
the girl that has grown,
from under that dark tree.
out of that Forrest, of depression and hurt,
started loving myself, realizing my worth.
As I stand here now, spirits bright, smile wide,
these eyes see beauty, confidence and pride.
so though times get hard, and the light may seem dim,

I've decided, to never give in.
see I've come too far, and grown too much,

to ever lose sight of me again.