I have enough to give but giving up isn’t one of them
Too many exes decorate my progress on a sheet
Not a single check to say good enough,
Every time I fall, I fall upward
Towards a finish line.
I run on a broken heel,
No voice cheering, no clap clapping in
No eyes watching to see
In the end, I rise, lifting up bruises as trophies.
This is a win. This is my win.