“Breathe.” That’s what they’re telling me. But I just can’t calm down.
Grieve. I know it’s what I need. But I just don’t know how.
All these voices get so loud. But they still can’t drown the sound, of me knowing this is all my fault. We’re still too young, this is too much. But I still know that there must have been something that I could have done.
I was so sure. But I fell short. I thought I’d stand tall, and shake the ashes off, I told myself that I could be strong. I was so sure.
Scream. my words are failing me. When did we become so numb?
Please, don’t tell me anything. the past can’t be undone.
All these voices get so loud. But they still can’t drown the sound, of the fact that everything has changed, We’re still too young, this is too much. I was naive and out of touch I was so sick of always needing saved
“Breathe.” That’s what they’re telling me, but I just don’t know how.