There is a kind of peace that only the truly broken know

When your chest hurts and your eyes ache

And sleep doesn’t come to drag you into the undertow

It’s the shattering of a soul that once used to believe

It’s turning over and breathing out all the tension

Knowing that for a few hours my body has reprieve

And my mind scatters across all of time and space

Wondering what I did wrong or how I hurt you

But most of all I ache inside and my heart begins to race

I smell fear in the air my body preparing to flee

I cannot run I whisper there is no one left no safe place

You tell me I am immoral and you make fun of me for needing help

I am just a girl crying making pancakes

Why are you surprised when you kick a puppy to hear it yelp?