Drown

Maybe if you could embrace the rage and the despair...

Not to push your mistaken parents to the well of generations of mistakes.
And certainly not to drown yourself in the pool of things you could have never changed.
Just try and navigate the river of the tears to find its bitter source,
get yourself some good bait and fish for ugly truths.
Face your mistakes, your weakness and your fears.
Ask who you need to ask
—even yourself if you gather the courage—,
and cry another river if you must,
until you find the strength to learn from your mistakes.
I know, it's a tricky game.
I know, you can still drown.
I know, it may be just the start of yet another turn of the same wheel.
But the desperate can take that kind of risk.