Hearing sobs of rain that start the storm
And damaged dreams, already worn.
I’ve years of batteries books
And scribbled songs.
I’ve years of something missing.
Attempting to numb the pain
And fuel the decision I’ll make wrong, again.
I’ve years of overlook
And staying strong.
I’ve years of heartache hissing.
Trying to keep these tears inside
And looking for a hero to hide behind.
I’ve years of being mistook
And feeling wrong.
I’ve years of sadly wishing.
I’m being courageous and brave.
I’m not waiting anymore to be saved.
I’m taking control of my heart and my health.
Right here, right now, I have saved myself.