It's getting easier, words I never thought to write.
But people are looking at me and listening
To all the words I have to say.
And they're giving a ****, they're really giving a ****,
And they aren't looking at me like I'm crazy
Or like I just need excuses to **** around.
They are looking at me like they know me the way they know themselves.
They aren't telling me what I'm doing wrong.
They aren't telling me what I should be.
They're showing me all the people who made it out the other side,
And showing me I can be there, too,
And that it's beautiful.
And that's beautiful.
I can't stop crying but no longer because I am so sad,
Because I'm so happy to be reminded that I can really be happy;
Not again, but better.
I can't stop crying because of all the people who didn't believe me,
And who made me not believe myself.
He just looked at me and said
"How could anyone go through just a part of what you have and not feel this way?
You're so strong and we're going to help you, and you will be okay."
And for the first time in a year, someone told me that I will be okay,
And I actually believed them.
And that's why I can't stop crying.
Because I'm going to actually be okay.