i'm scared
that you're here
i wasn't supposed to make it this far
i wasn't supposed to see this year
and now everyday is a tidal wave
that i float along in passive speak
unaware of all that's in me
forgotten all that made me weak
don't know what i'd tell myself
if it was four years ago
to have a hand in anything at all
to lose my all time low
but you're strong and i'm only trying
in a world i can't survive
your smile is bright
so i'm just glad to be alive
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
