I don’t know how to talk about it
I write it out and I fight the urge to cry about it
Pink sharpie pen on paper I’m feeling my words come to life
I keep saying it’s not fair but it’s fine I’ll be alright
But now I have a broken leg for the rest of my life
Learning how to walk again I’m scared of surgery I’m afraid I’ll never run again
Just keep talking about how I want to fly away
I miss you so much everyday
But we’re not good for each other it’s toxic
We should have called it off after the first hits
After the beatings and cheatings why did we go on like this