Despite myself, I draw breath
Despite myself, I push forward
Air is the fire that chars my lungs-
The burn of blood being pumped through my body-
To spite myself, I survive.
_____
I'm healing, every day..
Life is a party.
You are not invited.
Despite myself, I draw breath
Despite myself, I push forward
Air is the fire that chars my lungs-
The burn of blood being pumped through my body-
To spite myself, I survive.
_____
I'm healing, every day..
Life is a party.
You are not invited.
