I’m growing out my hair
Like it was when I was single
It was longer than I’d known you
I had no money then
I had no worries then at all.
Such a high standard of living,
I just feel like I am dying.
Like it would really make a difference
Or make up for your disinterest
I’m a bill you pay, I’m a contract you can’t break
And it is like I’m underwater
Or on an endless escalator
I just go up and up, but I don’t ever reach the top
Constantly needing to remind myself that being strong doesn’t mean being unbreakable, needing help doesn’t mean weakness, & being vulnerable doesn’t mean sacrificing your independence.