Do you ever feel that you’re not enough?
Like life does it best to drag you through the mud?
But let me say you’re not the only one
Has anyone tried to understand
When things never seem to go as planned?
You don’t need to hide what you’re feeling inside
It’ll be okay
I’ll be okay, well not today, & not tomorrow
But we just gotta hold on to
What we got, & check on others
We gotta start being honest
About our pain, about our anger
To leave the world a better place
‘Cause I’ll be okay
Do you really know how far you’ve come
‘Cause maybe you didn’t plan to be around for long
But you’re so much farther from where you used to be
And I’m proud of you
We’ll be okay, well not today, & not tomorrow
But we just gotta hold on to
What we got, & check on others
We gotta start being honest
About our pain, about our anger
To leave the world a better place
‘Cause we’ll be okay
About the Creator
Amanda Leon
hey y’all, i’m a college student who writes songs & the occasional short random excerpt that i may or may not post here. new content every week, enjoy :)
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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