Trying

These past few months has been harsh, Not as painful as a gash or a cut from a blade, Nor as a day's worth of berating; But for me personally, it's been hard. The past and memories I took for granted, Wilting away at a moment's notice; To get up in bed with confidence again, And to smile back at the reflection on the mirror. It is soul-draining to think about but I cannot halt these thoughts, I reveled and entertained them when I was in my darkest hours each day but now, it's my curse; I wish it was easy to sacrifice your creativity for a normal life, But I fear that I may lose my identity for the sake of a dream that I'll regret. My life's journey is so confusing, I'm trying to make sense, like connecting every piece of a puzzle; But it's been very hard to be consistent with the things that I used to love, Yeah, what a bummer but I guess I'll have to push...