If pain could kill,
I would’ve died a million times,
by drowning in my tears,
or bleeding to death from this agonizing sorrow
that cuts deep like a sharp knife.

I can’t go back in time to change the circumstances,
but I have the power to choose how to channel my pain.
I’ll cry until I run out of tears and
I’ll scream until I lose my voice,
but I won’t give up!!!

I won’t let this grief become my death sentence or make me powerless.
I know that I’ll never forget this chapter of my life,
but I also know that time will eventually ease my pain.
When the chaos settles,
this feeling of emptiness will fade away.

I can let my mind become my worst enemy
or my best ally.
I can let my thoughts destroy me
or give me the strength I need to go on.
The choice is mine!!!

Things will never be the same, but life goes on.
When hurtful memories hunt me,
I choose faith over fear
peace instead of anger
and hope in place of despair.

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