and as much as I find sorrow
in my red, tired eyes
in my pale, cold skin
in my toneless,emotionless voice
in my dark, unhappy thoughts
I still manage to find strength
in the way
my feet still touch the ground
my lungs still fill themselves with air
my body still recovers ever time I hurt her
my mind still finds the good in everything
so when it's 3am and my thoughts start screaming
and when it's 3pm and all I can do is lie in bed
I find strength in every single thing
I wish I wouldn't and couldn't find it in
in everything that seems to hurt more than ever
because there's so much beauty and strength
in tragedy