If I were to tell you I was living with it, accepting it, knowing how to live with it, that would be a lie.
I am not over it, I am not sure how to live with it, I have not accepted it.
The only thing I know is that I am alive and I made it, just fine.
But that is a lie.
I don’t live, I get by.
I don’t know how to handle it, I just do.
There’s another lie.
I don’t handle, I don’t do.
I am just being a bit of nothing,
An object to someone
I am just a night to people
People that I hate
And even that is a lie because I can’t say I hate them
I don’t know them
Can I hate you still?
I am kind of thankful for you
For everything you took from me you gave me something.
I am strong.
But even that is a lie.
I am a survivor, and I struggle
and that is the best lie that I tell, because of you, I have a louder voice.