Fighting. I cannot ******* stop fighting this.
Waking up smiling, not clutching at my chest
willing the pain to go away.
What happened to that gaping hole he left me trying to fill?
What happened to the shattered heart and
broken soul he left me with?
I don't remember fixing myself,
I don't even remember wanting to be fixed.
What have you done? What are you doing to me?
I'm smiling, dancing in the rain again.
I gotta stop this before you leave,
once again abandoning me unable to breathe.
I cannot stop fighting this.