I think of the words the wise ones have told me
I think of the feeling that they gave to me
I think of the success
One day I'll be successful

Pushed myself in the small dark hole
Only to feel safe
No sound
No light
So comfortable
I take cover

I don't miss aunt Honey's ******* barbecues at Bear's house
I don't miss her OCD
I don't miss seeing her crown royal and sprite on my adoptive mother's counter
I don't miss her hatered towards toes
I don't miss her

Letters to the moon
She won't send them back
Letters to the moon

Because you're free to be you
You're free to do the things you need
If people hurt you then you're free to be mean

He pushed away
I pulled
Tomorrow we'll hang ? Ok
I pushed
He pulled me in
It was like a movie and
I couldn't help but grin
I actually liked it

He's fake
He wants this
He walks around pretending that this doesn't matter
Pretending that he can do better