Survive
The tub fills, the pain runs deep
I sit in this tub and began to weep
Emotions bottled up inside with nowhere to go
But Iv'e had enough. They began to flow
I cry and cry as I sit there. Trying to drown my troubles
rembering a simpler time when this bath was not filled with tears but with bubbles
I take the blade and think this over
Would my parents care? Would they need closure?
My phone rings, he tries my line
I've ignored his texts and the call I want to decline
But theres something inside of me that starts to battle my demons
something is making me reevaluate my reasons
I pick up the phone, my best friend talks me down
My happiest thoughts become more profound.
I decide to be better, I decide to try,
to fight my demons, to beat this lie
I am loved, I am stronger than this
I can make it out of this abyss
I will rise up. I will beat this demon
I will survive, and he will be the reason.
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