Claire

If I'm being honest,

I'm not sure I'll survive,

These demons,

I battle,

Fighting for my life.

They find me at my weakest,

Where no light shines through,

I get it, you have it worse,

I get it, you're in pain,

I get it, I don't matter,

Not to you, anyway.

So when you call my name,

I shall fast come running,

Leave myself behind,

Even as I'm losing time.

I'm tired of the yelling,

I just wish that it would stop.

And I'm tired of the lectures, 

Saying all I am is wrong.

I’m tired of the bruises,

And these voices in my head.

If you're drowning in an ocean,

And there’s no land in sight,

How long do you keep swimming,

Before your arms give out?

Before you've swallowed too much water,

Trying to catch your breath?

I put on a sweatshirt,

Put on some pants,

Summer is coming,

And I don’t stand a chance.

I go downstairs knowing,

You tell me to just let it go and forgive,

Yet whenever I try, you remind me of my sins,

I just want to let it go.

But you can’t help but call me crazy,