Laid out on your bed feeling like the sad main character of a tragic movie.
Tears at the corner of your eyes but a smile on your lips.
Crying because of the opportunity smiling because of the privacy.
Stomach so full that with every breathe there's a sharp pain.
Feeling like an idiot but knowing you're more than that.
So this is life? Asking that question despite knowing the answer.
This is healing, knowing you're hurting but also knowing it won't last long.
