since you left
i've worn my trauma like it's a trophy
you can see my anxiety in my freckles
the ptsd in the way i dance
and the bipolar in everything i do

it's coming home to a handfull of pills
instead of you
it's what tears me down becoming a punchline
to a stupid joke on schoolyards
and don't get me started on what i've done
to self medicate

i'm not asking you to come back
in fact, i don't want you to
because the pain is a part of me,
at times it's all of me,
but because of you,

i am a survivor.