You think I'm strong because I've made it through so much and I've survived
You say it means so much because I made it out alive
but I assure you that I am really weak
when it comes down to it, I can't even speak
You think just because I write down my pain and share it with the world
that somehow means I have talent
but my words are my survival
it does not mean they are a gift, heavenly sent
You think that I am okay because I have things that are good
the truth is, in fact, I really should
however I still feel the void deep down inside
Making me crumble beneath the surface, making me hide
You think you can just walk life through my shoes
but in reality if thats your bet, you'll lose
You would never see beneath the surface
you'd never think lifes worth it