She was alive
Though every breathe was forced
Each inhale, a carefully thought out reply to questions that should be asked
And questions that were asked that should never be thought of
She didnt want to be
But that didnt matter
Because shed been labeled a fighter
Simply for not doing the very thing she thought about daily
in her mind
Shes just afraid
Weak
She knew the perfect things to say
To draw a line
To let people, know that shes not a danger
But shes not better either
If youd ask her to turn the light on
Shed tell you it doesnt work
And when youd flip the switch, youd quickly realize
The light she was really talking about
You realize every word had a deeper meaning
Every sentence was complex
Because she knew that if she told you what she was really thinking
Clearly
Shed lose any and all chance
And when she said she was going home
You realized all too late what she really meant.
Shes not weak anymore.
