She stumbles, so very much.
Somehow she gets by, is it luck?
She tries to handle it all, she can find the time.
It doesn’t matter if she’s got a million things already on her mind.
She carries the weight, of a burden, she wears thin
Her arms giving out, the strength fading within
Soon, she’ll fall, and so will it all
Yet she must stand tall
Aching, all this pain
struggling for other’s gain
Her health is weak
Her being obsolete
This is Enough.
Sometimes it’s ok,
to no longer play the game
It’s perfectly alright, to not be fine
Remember, give yourself some time.