Rupture of My Soul

You pushed me to the point
Were I just might blow
To rupture my soul
And spew my hate and my hurt
Would be devastating
It would hurt everyone close to me
So back away, so you won’t get affected

The Art of Letting Go

Happiness is the art of letting go
But only pushing away what will hurt you
So if I am pushing away the bad
Why do I miss it so?
If depression wears on me so
Why do I want it back?
Is it because I grew up knowing only that
So now that it is gone
It feels like a part of my life is gone
But I know how much this depression hurts me
So I must break away
From this cycle of self mutilation