Tired of living life in the shadow of a doubt
Speaking but not being heard
Feeling as though she’ll never be good enough
This girl isn’t me
But me all the same
You know this girl
You’ve been this girl
But who is she
Not living her life to the fullest because why
from tragedies when you can be one yourself?
Why see the light
When darkness is more beautiful?
She believes that
Everyone is broken
Everyone is lost, no matter how confident they are, their maps are always a little
She believes that there is good but the storm will
rage on if you let it
She lets it.
I let it.
The storm will rage on.