Trauma

Trauma doesn't make you stronger Mine broke me Beat me to the ground Left me bleeding out How could I still breathe How could I wake up in the morning My trauma is a warning That will affect my performing Singing is what helped me My family agreeing The trauma would disagree Making fun of me I needed a way out I was drowning myself Only one thing could help Remembering my past self The little girl by herself reading from the bookshelf She dreamed of getting help She's who I strive to be Happy and free My trauma doesn't define me