If my life was a novel, it wouldn\'t be the one
where boy meets girl and they rule the world.
The one where her flaws make her lovely and interesting
and all kinds of perfect.
Where he kisses her scars and shows her the stars
and tells her that they are infinite.
But this isn\'t that kind of story.
If my life was a novel, it wouldn\'t be the one
where the heroine rises up from the ashes like a phoenix.
The one where she fights back and rises up
and learns to be a warrior.
Where she raises her sword in victory
with the demons dead at her feet.
But this isn\'t that kind of a story.
If my life was a novel, it wouldn\'t be the one
two messed up people watch the world burn.
The one where they drive far and run fast
and scream swears up at the sky.
Where the outcast band together, fingers laced
in a glorious display.
But this isn\'t that kind of story.
If my life was a novel, it wouldn\'t be the one
where the community fights together to survive.
The one where they rise above and overcome
and build a fortress on the rocks.
Whey they fight for each other and with each other
beating back the night.
But this isn\'t that kind of story.
This is the story of the invisible girl.
The one where I am drowning while watching
everyone around me find their breath.
Where I slip beneath the blood-tinged waves
as you scream at me to swim.
It\'s the kind of story you just wish would end.