it’s called surviving


it's like morning dew on a spider's web
it's like highlighted words on a page
it's your worst nightmare come true
it's all the things you kept inside
it's all the memories you let become sorrow
it's all the times you've become second in your life
it's for all the times you weren't good enough
it's the energy you get before a storm

for every tear that threatened to come
for all the words you never spoke
for all the times you turned to the blade, to take your breath away
for all the times you were actually good enough
for the times when the blood flowing
from the cuts was the only warmth you felt
for crying for hours and pretending it never happened

realizing you're the hero, you've been desperately waiting for
realizing when to stop hating yourself

it's like morning dew on a spider's web
it's like highlighted words on a page
the blade: the ones who aren't there to listen
your skin: the ears to hear

it's called surviving

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