I’ve got no bars
But I still can blast my playlist in my car.
The streets are slick with rain
And I’m trying to slow down my racing brain.
If only there was a way
For you to see how hard it is for me each day
We wouldn’t end up in tears,
Cursing and angry, holding onto fear.
Someday soon I’ll have to leave
This chaos and dread behind me.
Maybe then you’ll realize
That I had to go to survive.
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