Today could be the very last day of my life, but I'm happy, I'm proud.
I've done some absolutely stupid shit, I've hurt people on purpose,
I've tainted and burned my own soul, I've felt death upon me and almost
let myself slip away and in doing so I let go of the spirit within me.
It's funny how life can work.. I've been the happiest anyone could ever be,
I've been the worst, I've been the in betweens.. but nothing compares to
being yourself and I say that in all honesty. To be flawed but free, to look in
someones eyes and speak your mind, your truth, to tell them to get fucked and
wear a smile so proud knowing you can do anything you want and not care
what anyone thinks as long as in your last moment you know you can smile and
go, heaven or hell, eitherway, the path to the end was amazing. You can't
make everyone happy, you can't.. you can try, and in doing so you will only
lose who you are.. to the point you have to look back and think..
Who am I anymore? and you can swear your the same but you only feel
more trapped and empty, and you blame everyone else until suddenly one day
a feeling will overcome you and you can only dream of being the old you again.
Do what you want, say what you want, be yourself and people will forever
remember you even if you were anything from perfect. This is your life, and if
you live it doing what you love inside, nothing and no one can ever compare to
the feeling of the love within you for your own self.
This is life, not heaven. You don't have to be perfect...