It's easy to lose sight of hope,
To throw your arms up and walk away.
It's sometimes just too hard to fight back,
To know that everything will be okay.
I am the voices inside your head,
Beckoning you to heal.
It doesn't come easy and won't look pretty,
But I assure you that you will know what to feel.
I am proud of you when you persevere,
And I am proud, still, when you don't.
I have your back when you think you have reached your limit,
And I will make sure I am the voice you hear.
I will lead you in the right direction,
I will help you prove yourself wrong.
Finally understanding the truth will allow you to see,
It was your voice you were hearing all along.
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