I don’t know much

I know that sometimes when you fall down you have to stay down for a bit Because that fall knocked out Every breath of hope you carried And you don’t want this world to see you cry So you keep your face planted in the dirt And wait for a dry eye before you can get back up And I know that my mother gives some of the worse advice but she once told me that everyone who smiles in your face isn’t your friend And I didn’t listen to her Because how can such a warm smile Come from someone I can’t trust? Then this twisted world smiled in my face before stabbing 12 inches of You should’ve listened In my back through to my heart I know that no matter how many times you say they aren’t Heartbreak and skinned knees Are the same And I’ll still cry no matter how many ‘I’m okay’ band-aids I have to plaster to my tattered wounds I know that No matter how far I go With every thought of hate I have I’ll always have a home here