I'm literally on the road to the worst day of my life
and I'm anticipating the depression that'll settle over me
and praying to whoever is listening
that I won't be in a soul consuming war
for the next stage of my life
because i've been fighting demons for so long
and i'm finally winning.
I spent years just learning to be okay again
and no part of me wants to forget
not even the part that slipped on her pumps
and pulled her veil noir over her bloodshot eyes.
I'm so unprepared for what lies ahead
No one ever taught me to be vulnerable
I thought that was a synonym for
and I still refuse
to admit that I need more than myself to survive
but this I am not equipped for
for this I am not unprepared.
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