you fucked yourself over

you helped me pick up my pieces

you helped me see the light on the otherside of the tunnel

you helped me persevere

Its been years now, as in multiple, as in more than one. Sometimes I sit and think to myself.. how is it that time can pass so fast? 

But I want to be honest.. I still have horrid days. Days that make me want to pull my hair out, or beat the fuck out of someone. Sometimes people don’t believe I would do that,.. but on these days my patience is at an all time low. For example, I will be in class with fellow classmates, some that annoy the living fuck out of me, I stay quiet to avoid drama, but In my head I just want to punch the fuck out of the person.Anyways, we are getting off track.

Horrid days  come and go , but lately I’ve been having more nice heart warming days.. days that make you excited to breathe, days that make you forget that you even had the urge to beat the fuck out of anyone, or beat yourself up on the inside.. 

These days are precious to me, but maybe its not the days that are so dear to me... but quite possibly the person I spend it with. 

You see, I am not one to talk about my emotions, I’m kind of like a filled jar with a lid that is glued on, one can try to take it off but come to realize that in order to get everything out , you’d have to break the jar completely.

He has patience, patience to deal with my broken ways, he is hope.