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Pillow Forts


I remember the day And the shame that followed When I asked for help And my fear I swallowed They asked me questions How long I'd felt this way How my life was at home If I felt I'd lost my way With a tear streaked face And a bottle of blue pills I had finally addressed This pain that could kill It took me so long To finally understand That life never quite goes According to plan We run into bumps We trip and we fall But that doesn't mean Life isn't worth it at all So I got back up Dusted off both my knees Because no one ever said Life was going to be a breeze I stopped feeling sorry Knowing others struggle too That sometimes our brains Can make us feel blue There's nothing wrong with that Nothing wrong with support One thing you must know Is we're built like pillow forts It's dark inside For that there's no doubt But when the sun shines Don't try to block it out We can hide under the blanket And sometimes that's okay But what really gives us strength Is when we strip it all away One thing to keep in mind You're never in this alone For help will be there If you pick up the phone
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