Heres to the dreamers,the ones always creating magic out of teardrops.
Here's to the goonies; the misfits,treasure hunters for souls
Here's to the crazies, going through manic phases
Here's to the one's who sleep on the center of the bed, afraid to lie too close to the edge
Here's to friends you meet that shake the madness out of your core
Here's to being a conundrum, an unapologetic contradiction
Here's to the lover who stayed through it all
Here's to the dreamers;the question marks of society.

Everything you took from me
Summed up to everything I was
The hardest thing about it all
Wasn't letting you go
It was arranging a new me
You wouldn't ever know

Girl, you know walls like the back of your lids
so let’s play cut the **** and walk through a door
for a change. I’ll even lock it.

triggered
you laugh as you say the word. this is all a joke to you
of course, there’s no harm to your fun
triggers are just excuses
of course

triggered
my trauma has become a prison
I cannot walk down the street without remembering
the things he did
my hands are always shaking
my eyes are always watering

triggered
you tell me to pull myself together
it was just a joke, no big deal
but believe me, I’m trying
I have been trying for years
holding yourself together is not nearly as easy as it sounds

triggered
my skin is quicksand
the more I struggle, the tighter it becomes
it is crawling with spiders and cockroaches
I am overflowing
my body is too small to hold so much worry

triggered
I do not need your approval to know that my panic is real
but
if you tell me I do not belong in your universe
with all the people who can laugh and play and trust each other
with the people who hear the word *triggered and laugh
chances are, I will believe you