Sometimes I’m just existing, Sitting here with silent tears streaming down my face. Replaying the memories in my head, of how I got to this place.

I know what it feels like to be punched in the gut, thrown into a wall, to have my clothes torn off.

Sometimes I’m just existing, A fake smile plastered on for all. I’ve been dying inside for far too long.

I know what it feels like to see them lie through their teeth, go behind my back, all they do is cheat.

Sometimes I’m just existing, Staring off into space. Lost in my head with no escape.

I know what it feels like to lose everything, to start over from scratch, suitcase in hand feeling like I got beaten by a baseball bat.

Sometimes I’m just existing, Wasting away. I try and try to believe in fate.

I know what it feels like to be broken, yet still crave love, but fear the toxicity that could come up.

Sometimes I’m just existing, I allow myself to be numb. Hoping beyond hope to have finally won.