Between Sweet and Bitter

There are days when all I want is escape a sweeter road where I don’t have to feel a quiet warmth that slowly takes shape and whispers softly “stay here, this is real” But something in me doesn’t align a gentle weight that grows over time like something good comes dressed as relief but leaves a shadow underneath And I pretend I don’t see but I keep coming back to where the comfort is short and the cost is a crack There are good things that do me harm they feel like peace — but pull me apart they give me rest — but in the end they take small pieces of my heart And there are bad things that heal me slow even when I don’t understand they break me open, let me grow into someone who can stand There are nights made of easy escape and harder days I don’t want to face but it’s the weight of the ones that ache that show me truths I can’t replace What hurts the most is never just pain it carries meaning I can’t outrun like every door I tried to avoid was leading me to become And I try to run but something in me knows it’s inside the discomfort that the real path grows There are good things that do me harm they feel like peace — but pull me apart they give me rest — but in the end they take small pieces of my heart And there are bad things that heal me slow even when I don’t understand they break me open, let me grow into someone who can stand If everything soothing pulls me away and everything painful brings me back home then maybe the truth won’t feel okay but it’s the only place I belong There are good things that do me harm and I don’t want to live that way I’d rather face what feels too hard than slowly drift and fade away And there are bad things that make me whole even when I’m scared to begin ’cause in the places I lose control I find the strongest parts within