It makes me mad when people say you’re lucky When you can do something like take a nap While they have to be at work Like no, you are the lucky one
Lucky Isn’t waking up everyday and wishing it was over Lucky Isn’t seeing yourself in the mirror and wishing you were someone else
Lucky Isn’t the crippling fear that hides itself til you try and open that door Lucky Isn’t hoping that people don’t see the tears welling up from the constant ridicule of your own mind
Lucky Isn’t when your anxiety is so bad you are afraid to be around people Lucky Isn’t getting angry or over protective of yourself in fear of what your friends might think
Lucky Lucky is when you are able to stand up without fear Lucky Is when the outside world brings you joy
Lucky is when you are able to look at yourself and feel good Lucky Lucky is waking up everyday without the thought of just ending it
Don’t tell me that I’m lucky Just because of my crippling depression Don’t tell me I’m lucky Because i would rather go back to bed than faking another smile
Don’t tell me I’m lucky Just because I know how to put on that fake mask I wish I was lucky Just lucky enough to escape my own mind
Lucky enough to push past the fears Lucky enough to feel energetic Lucky enough to be genuinely happy Lucky enough to push through that door