I'm all dried up

I'm all cried out

I'm all fucked up.

Literally.

Figuratively.

I'm the biggest mess since Lindsay Lohan.

But I have hope.

This faint light at the end

Is no longer death.

It's life.

In bright shining colours.

No longer fifty shades of grave.

A thousand and one words won't cover it.

These three might:

I will live

The past is prologue.

History will write

Memories will fade

Futures will arise

Presents will be lived.

And I will not rot here

I will not let life pound me.

Only boys can do that.

I'm all worn out.

I'm all passed out.

I'm all pissed of.

Probably.

Bitterly.

I'm the baldest mess since Britney Spears.

But I have faith.

I found my spirituality

And amazing friends

It's life.

In Technicolor.

No longer fifty shades of blues.

A thousand and one words won't cover it.

These three might:

I will live

The past is prologue.

History will write

Memories will fade

Futures will arise

Presents will be lived.

And I will not rot here

I will not let life pound me.

Only boys can do that.

I'm all raged out

I'm all torn out.

I'm all too much

Probably.

Admittedly.

I'm the saddest mess since Michael Jackson.

But I can say no.

Now I can finally reach

That helping hand.

I can be

And say yes to life.

No longer going back to black.

A thousand and one words won't cover it.

These three might:

I will live

The past is prologue.

History will write

Memories will fade

Futures will arise

Presents will be lived.

And I will not rot here

I will not let life pound me.

Only boys can do that.