You can’t make someone fuck with you
You can’t make someone give a damn
What you can do is gather the mess and throw it in the trash can
You can stand up and say “this is who I am”
I’m human I make mistakes
But god damn if I’m not great
God damn if I’ll feel hate
God damn, god damn
You can’t make them care
You can’t physically make them be there
Don’t live your life in fear, don’t hide under that shell
After a while it’ll crack and people will say you’re not well
But you are
It’s those scars that pave the way
Those cracks that make room for the sunshine to peak in every day
God damn, god damn
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Zanna Truesdale
I’m a new mom and i love every minute of it. I’ve been writing since i could pick up a pen and just getting my feet wet again after a few years hiatus. I’m not as open with what i write as i was growing up. So finding this site was perfect!
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