Bravery

I’ve been playing with ghosts, testing my echo

To make sure it’ll keep coming back to me

I like to roam the streets in the middle of the night

Just to prove that I’m not scared, see?

But the real mosters aren’t in the dark

They’re your closest friends

I know it’s sad I’m willing to die,

But it’s quite sadder that I haven’t yet

These monsters have a way of finding me

I had a way of choking whenever I speak

I had to stay at the hospital for a week

The doctors said I was brave but what does that mean?

Because I pretended to have no shame?

Sometimes I light fires just to watch the flames

And I’ll watch their lives go down in smoke

As mine did the exact same way

I used to choke when I tried to speak

And now I just spit the blood into their face

Touch me again and I’ll rip your heart out

And I will never again hesitate

I did not conquer my fears, they live alongside me

They make me stronger, and you see

It’s not fearlessness, it’s bravery

 

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