life is a teenage boy. every day it breaks my heart. every day is a fight out of bed. every day i wonder if i'm worth being faithful to...if i am a prize...if i'll always be the prettiest.
life is my mother; abusive and loud, vein and possessive. one day life wants to hug me and then pushes me hard. life wants a storm every other day because life collects my tears for fun.
life is me wishing you understood how much i love you but realizing actions are important. life is dealing with the truth that you're afraid of me. life is me having to put in effort while having a weight so heavy and so invisible...on my chest.
life isn't about me. my life isn't about me. my life is not about me, at all.