sometimes my choices
take me by surprise
sometimes they hardly make
much sense to mei'm staring at the cliff
I climbed tonight
contemplating
ways I cannot fleefocused on surviving
the trip to the sharpest edge
in this stressful hell I was thriving
but now that I'm divingI don't know where
the impulsive, unonstrained have run to
All that's left behind is me
Im barely aware
the world will keep spinning after tomorrow
feels just like a fever dreamlost my mind on healing
the cuts from the sharpest edge
to distract from what I was reaching
celebrated the breathingglad that I have not
fallen apart
grateful that I'm hanging
by a threaddebilitated by the
sweetest part
bending under
thrilling tales they saidi'm better at dealing with hard times
than expections of good laughs
I polish the knobs
but forget to open the doorscause I don't know where
the impulsive girl that wanted this has run to
All that's left behind is me
and how does she dare
to give me butterflies about tomorrow
and wonder if this life could be a dreamlose my mind on making
the most of knowing nothing
of what lies behind the horizon
without compromising
the rough of my edges
know I'm not the smoothest out there
maybe I could find something somewherebut I don't know where
the impulsive, uncontrained have run to
baby that was never me
sick to my stomach when I think about what comes tomorrow
life has hardly been a dreambut it never stopped me
no it never stopped me
it never stopped me
no it never stopped me
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Songs from the heart
PoetryThese are songs from the heart of a girl who tried to express herself through music, defeat depression, and set herself free.