Sober like

I don't know this could break me apart or could save me. Nothing seems to be real until you have let go of it completely. So here I go with all my thoughts and feelings that I have been saving inside me. Here I go with all of my fears weighing on me like a huge weight on my shoulders. 6 months and I'm still sober...I picked out all my weeds but kept my flowers but I know its never really over cause t comes back...and I don't know I could crash and burn but maybe at the ed of this road I might I just might catch a glimpse of the old me I used to be....and so I won't worry about my timing I want to get it right and no comparing nor second guessing no not this time. Six months and 'm still breathing and its has been a long road where I left those tears in my hand but I know it isn't really over what you try to forget. Six months and I'm still standing here Six months and I'm getting better, six months and I still hear. Six months and its still hard to forget...six months since I have been living without you. Six months and I'm still breathing and still remembering and I'm still awake. Six months and I'm still sober. I picked all my weeds but I kept all the flowers that remind me of my happiness.