Dear Life

Dear life, I miss my knife I wish my days weren't the same  My bed needs to be tame  Most people don't make their bed At least that's what they said I haven't done my hair in a while  It being short makes me smile  At least for the time being People tell me I should be singing  I didn't want it for that reason Or because of the season  I wrote it for those whose Have been in my shoes  Those who had to play  Those who had to pay Played the part in the lies Paid the price of their lies I want them to not feel alone  Or even a place to call home  To feel safe and okay Not like crying everyday Because I've been there  And even if I can't help here  I do what I can  Even if we are only human