You know there's something wrong
when at 2 am you hear the razor call your name
And all you see is the ray of the lighters flame
Wondering if anything will ever be the same
Or how you're going to get out of this mess you made
Just a silly little girl finding safety in bathroom stalls
But everything is crumbling. Every single wall
The ones she built up from the beginning start to fall
She sees herself again years later looking back-
At the monster who had her in it's grasp
Spitting at it. Stomping on it. She won't let it take her
It teases. Pulls. Prods. Doesn't stop, keeps shaking her.
But that's what recovery is.
A fight everyday.
The strength returns. The smiles are back the tears come to a halt.
She's made it. She won.
But the fights not over
Because once it starts it's never done.