I was given the world,
scared of it all, watching from far away.
I am losing myself trying to compete,
With everyone else, Instead of just being me.


Yet I have lost my faith and strength in it,
Its been hard, I've fallen over the edge.
Everything is running like clockwork,
yet I am broken, bruised and misshapen.

I would like to say Im stronger than this.
Im a warrior, I have skin like armour.
Yet I grab pen and paper and go to write a goodbye,
You can call me, but the number is no longer in service.

I don't want to spin around in my head,
I wanna wake up feeling beautiful, know that i am loved.
The pain, the ugly, the truth I wear on my arms,
My sleeves are covered in it.

You can catch my tears and watch the sky pour from me,
but I know nothing will change.
I want to say I am a warrior, but I'm not.
All I am is something that I should have terminated.