Not There Yet

I am not there yet.

I am just starting to pick myself up, piece by piece.

I am not there yet.

I can still hear some voices telling me to quit.

I am still shaking and palpitating because of my anxiousness.

I can still feel the pain of not being good enough.

I can still feel the temptation of lighting up another stick of cigarette.

I can still hide the sorrow behind a happy face.

I still can’t fully love myself.

I can still say I’m okay even if I’m not.

I am still crying alone at night.

I can still think of standing in the middle of the road, willingly to be hit by a car.

I can still find myself a rope or a belt to hang in the ceiling.

I am not there yet. I am not yet fully recovered. I am not healed. There are still wounds that needed to be treated.

I am trying to fix myself. I am a walking disaster with fresh wounds. But believe me, I’m trying.

I am fighting each day to win this battle against myself. Though, I am not there yet, I have faith that I can get through this. Maybe I just need a little more time and a little help.

I am seeing things going right on track with my life today. It helps me a lot to cope up. I know, maybe not today, but soon enough, I’ll be there.


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