Rough

Tonight has been rough.
I've really been torn apart.
Fear crept in and left me gasping.
I cried and I begged.
Here I am.
Still breathing.
Still believing.
I believe in my lungs.
I always rescue myself.
You've never believed in me.
You've never brought me back from the brink.
So many times I've found myself running
and so many times I've saved myself.

That's something I can count on.
Not your fake legends.
Not the lies you tell.
You.
You are a liar.
You are not real.
You are just folklore.
You are a scare tactic,
I am my own.