If my card declines at therapy
They won't let me relive the moments when I was happy
But instead they'd remind me of my past
They'd point out my insecurities
And make me feel like I'm not enough
The memories I hold dear, they'd scrutinize
Leaving me feeling vulnerable, exposed, and paralyzed
My happy moments, they'd diminish and fade
As they'd dig deeper, into the wounds I've made
The scars that I've hidden, they'd bring to light
And I'd be forced to relive, the darkest of nights
The tears I've cried, the pain I've endured
Would all come flooding back, like a tidal wave that's ensured
To drown me in sorrow, to suffocate me in grief
Leaving me gasping for air, struggling to find relief
But what if I told you, that I'm not just fighting for me?
I'm fighting for the little girl, who was lost and couldn't be free
A teenager lost in the darkness, searching for a brighter day
I'm fighting for my sanity, for my happiness and peace
For a chance to heal, to love and to release
I'm fighting for the little girl who was broken, but refused to show it and give up
I'm fighting for the teenager who's still trying to find her way
I'm fighting for the person I'm becoming, and for the people who care about me
I'm fighting for every moment of happiness
I'm fighting for every tear, every struggle and every setback
I'm fighting for the right to heal, to love and to live.
