Living with a mental illness is hard, but it’s also hard to be there for someone with a mental illness. This is dedicated to a person who has always been by my side, even when I was pushing her away.
Growing up,
I didn’t know at twenty I’d be looking for forgiveness;
Forgiveness from the one who’d had my back, in my sickness.
I’ve left her with a heartful of despair.
Yet I act like I don’t care.
I wish this hadn’t come.
I love you so much;
I’m sorry, this has to be tough,
but after all,
we rise and fall,
yet know, our love’s ountouched.
I would give my life
to take away the strife.
Embrace it all
and stand up tall,
making amends for all the blights.
Growing up,
I didn’t know at twenty I’d be looking for forgiveness;
Forgiveness from the one who’d had my back, in my sickness.
I’ve left her with a heartful of despair.
Yet I act like I don’t care.
I’m sorry mom.
Yours sincerely,
Dysfunctional Girl
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