It was May 23rd, I think
The day I shut the door
I stepped into the dark, cold world
And searched for something more
Anger rose above the rain,
Below I stood and cried
That brokenness inside of me
Became so hard to hide
Sticks and stones may break bones
Or make me fall apart
Words may not hurt my body
But they hurt inside my heart
I wished I could go back
To May 22, I think
The day before we lost it all
When I actually wanted to breathe
Sometimes there’s the spring
But right now we’re in the fall
I used to hate the symbolism
Now I don’t mind at all
Because not only are you broken
But I’m finally okay
And the months I’ve spent just waiting
Slowly fade away
It’s September 14, I think
Right now I shut the door
I step into this bright, warm world
-I’m not searching anymore.