5.22.23

I'm glad that I let myself die Those parts of me were fine but I Would rather swim an everglade Than lose my voice to ghosts of cliffs From bodies that once jumped from them Would rather live with self respect Can you hear the army and their march from Hell Conjure a line, keep the souls at bay Nobody's better at that than me They call me strong, and they're right aren't they But what if I don't feel that way It's the pulling away that takes some strength And I don't have that much I don't have that much I don't have that much What if I feel I don't have that much And that's why I contemplate running away