But look you made it
Mom, I did not make it
the little girl inside of me did not make it
my shell my body my twisted smile and my blind eyes made it
Mom, the real smiles and comforting sleep and the laughter did not make it
you said stay alive and I heard keep your heart beating even if you have to kill your brain
and I think you wanted me to do
something in between the two but i never found a happy medium
I’m either all here or all gone
Im either happy or completely torn I’m either too much or nothing at all and I have picked the worst option my heart is beating but my brain gets no air
but hey look I made it