Everyone always says I was brave because I didn’t die when I tried to kms

but I wasn’t brave

I wasn’t tough

I was weak and broken

but then I remembered the ones who saved my life before

Whilst sitting in my bed at 4

With a pills scattered across the bed

And the bottle in my right hand

I held my baggage on my back

The screeching in my head

My dignity down the drain

And the tears on my tee shirt

But thought to myself

who would go on morning bike rides with her

Who would go big backing with her

Who would do her nails for her

Who would talk about boys with her

Who would comfort her when the worlds on her

Who would remind them that they’re everything to me and so much more