Go n-eírí an bóthar leat.

**When you have to see the color of crimson to feel
Numbed by emotional pain, physical is all that's real
Razor to wrist
Hit the wall with a fist**

How do you change if these actions lead to a journey down a dark winding road?
A road that ends in utter destruction, and all that's left is a wreath to mark your remembrance.

Passion comes in many different forms
Too much for some to handle.

Blinded by the world, and what society deems as successful
You seem to fall into the trap, the pain, of knowing and feeling that you are not good enough.

I've looked in the mirror and have seen a blank slate staring back
No reflection at all.
I've been on the floor covered in red, thinking this was the only
Way to feel the passion, pride, pain, and any other emotion
I've been the girl who looked at what my counterparts had
And felt below them beneath them

Then I remembered


Passion DOES come in many different forms

I made my life what I wanted it to be

Go n-eírí an bóthar leat. (may you have a successful journey)



So yes, I sold my car, and walk everywhere, I have tattoos, I'd rather pull off my fingernails then work in an office building, or live in the suburbs and have the "American dream"

**and these do make me dumber than, less than, or worse off than you.**

To make this life (my life) a successful one. I had to find that passion that fit me like a perfect pair of jeans.


Jeans that are not stained with red spots of emotion.