I\u2019ve been where you are,
Felt like the world was falling apart,
Lost my parent, felt the ache,
Like a piece of me was torn away,
No words could fill that space,
Just emptiness, day after day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I made a mistake,
One I still wish I could undo,
I cheated on the one I loved,
Just days before we said, \u201cI do.\u201d
The guilt it eats me up inside,
I can\u2019t escape it, no matter how I try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lost my job, too,
The one thing I thought would stay,
And when it was gone,
I felt like I\u2019d lost my way.
Like I had no purpose, no place to be,
Like the world had given up on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And my friend, the one I trusted most,
They left me when I needed them near,
Took my secrets, broke my heart,
And now I wonder if they ever cared.
The betrayal still cuts like a knife,
I lost my closest friend that night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know what it\u2019s like to feel alone,
To wonder if it\u2019s even worth the fight,
To think maybe it would hurt less,
If I didn\u2019t have to face another night.
I\u2019ve been there, in the dark,
Felt like I was falling apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t have all the answers,
I\u2019m still trying to figure it out,
But I wanted to say this out loud:
You\u2019re not the only one with doubt.
I\u2019ve been there, too,
And I\u2019m still here,
Even when the pain felt too much to bear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t know if this will help,
But I needed to confess,
That life\u2019s been cruel to me, too,
Left me broken, left me a mess.
But somehow, I\u2019m still standing,
Still breathing, still getting through,
And if I can make it through this storm,
I think, maybe, you can, too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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