i was so sad and angry and tired and all i wanted was to be held
but there was nothing but silence and four walls staring at me
begrudgingly, saying "it shouldn't be like this, you
didn't plan it like this, did you?" and i wanted to
crawl into a hole but the floor was too cold so i stayed under
the covers and dreamed that i was somewhere warm where none of my
problems existed and it was like this that i finally learned how
to survive on my own.
they will call you an
inspiration
and strong
and when you're lieing on the floor at two AM
you wonder what that word means
they call you a survivor
and you're still breathing
sometimes, when the memories don't take your breath
so you guess they're right
for what it's worth