We are not strangers, you and I.
My child may not have died
But I have lost one to a terrible man
With an affinity for the courtroom.
I may not be addicted to that particular drug
But I know what it is like to have the devil sitting right there
Taunting you to do something
You know you shouldn’t
But want to
I may have never been hit by a man
But I’ve been in love with one
That called me every name he could think of
And when that didn’t break me
Found someone else
Then rubbed that in my face for days.
I can relate to the feeling of wanting to die
Of wanting everyone to just shut up and leave me alone
The pressure of needing to be perfect
When I know damn well
There is no way that is going to happen.
Of getting all my ducks in a row
Thinking I have it all together
Then making a bad decision
That makes it all blow up in my face.
In a strange paradox
I both did not believe in
And hated God
For taking a friend away from me
Decades before I expected it.
We are not strangers, you and I
Our lives are just as entangled with demons
Our pasts are just as much bullshit
Our minds, just as fragmented.
Our hearts, just as broken.
Both of us will wake up tomorrow
Thinking something will happen this day
That makes up for the past 16,790 of them.
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