You didn't know I was drowning
Till my body washed ashore
A beaten, half-dead corpse
Wishing for the morgue.

I didn't know the air was gone
Till I started blacking out
I had broken arms,
And a cold and lonely route.

They didn't know she was in so deep
Till she couldn't make it back
They didn’t know that what they did
Had forged a deadly crack.

Her friends and family knew
She struggled back from death
Holding on, holding on,
To what little she had left.

She didn’t know she’d be here,
And now she sits and types.
Editing and redoing
The inky blacked out stripes.

She knew they once defined her 

But now she controls 

The words among the chaos,

Among her written soul.