I don't dilute the hot water with cold,
I want to feel it burn away evidence
Because then I can exist again, renewed.
I bask in bruises, blisters, and burns,
They serve to prove I'm trying hard.
They serve to prove that I'm alive.
Heartbreak will be just another scar
Another story to tell the children,
So I can smile inside with my secret.
Because before the heartbreak--
You felt so wonderfully true,
You felt like another part of me.
And now I've lost a limb,
But I'm trying again to find it.
I won't lose myself anymore.
I won't allow myself to fall,
I'll have to struggle to stop
But I can learn to cope--on my own.
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