fighting
i heard somewhere that if something is worth fighting for
i should fight
and i don’t know if i’m worth fighting for
i’ve been told for so long that i’m not worth anything
i’m just a broken girl
that’s breaking down even more
and no one notices, no one notices
i’m not worth fighting for
i’m not worth the fight
i’m giving up, going down, dying
because hemingway was right
we should fight the good fight
but life is about what is and not about what should be
everyone wanted me dead or gone
and now i am and no one says a word
just send the invitations now
you wouldn’t fight for me
it’s like i gave you the mustard gas
to kill of pieces of yourself
i’m sorry
you’re not the only victim here.