Stop.
Breathe.
Write.
My heartbeat slows as the words flow out
Sometimes I can't believe these words come from my mouth
Or my fingers should I say perhaps
Nonetheless, these are mine
I keep them in this mind I call my knapsack
In this knapsack of mine,
Are the things people never see
So to write from it is hard sometimes
These are my personal feelings
I'm tired of being true to everyone but myself
It's okay that I'm not okay, it's okay to need a little help
But don't listen to them when they say,
"You can't do this on your own"
They only say that because they couldn't
Girl, they don't know the ways you're strong
I gotta keep putting faith in these bones
I possess the only arms that I've ever called home
My soul is independent because my strength runs deep
And to be able to see that now, means a lot to me
I've come a long way
And I've still got a long way to go
But don't think I'll ever say,
"I can't do this on my own."
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Stop.
Breathe.
Write.
My heartbeat slows as the words flow out
Sometimes I can't believe these words come from my mouth
Or my fingers should I say perhaps
Nonetheless, these are mine
I keep them in this mind I call my knapsack
In this knapsack of mine,
Are the things people never see
So to write from it is hard sometimes
These are my personal feelings
I'm tired of being true to everyone but myself
It's okay that I'm not okay, it's okay to need a little help
But don't listen to them when they say,
"You can't do this on your own"
They only say that because they couldn't
Girl, they don't know the ways you're strong
I gotta keep putting faith in these bones
I possess the only arms that I've ever called home
My soul is independent because my strength runs deep
And to be able to see that now, means a lot to me
I've come a long way
And I've still got a long way to go
But don't think I'll ever say,
"I can't do this on my own."
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