And I waited for someone to save me,
I bid my time,
I wasted my life,
In wait for a phantom to arrive.
They never did.
And all I did was bleed.
But in my death,
I found my truth.
The phantom I was waiting for
Was none other than me.
No one was coming for me.
Piece by Piece,
I would have to build myself.
And piece by bloody piece,
I would have to watch myself crumble again,
And through all of this, realise
That I was stronger than I thought,
Braver than I believed
And resilient as I always wanted to be.
