A Fight That's Worth It
-You lie through your teeth
When it comes to how-are-you’s
“I’m good” or “I’m okay,”
Is what you’d instead say
-Feeling lonely day by day
Not that you weren’t alone in the first place
The ache begins to amplify
As your soul turns over to the gray side
-You begin to confuse the truth with the lies,
And lies with the truth.
You start pushing away the ones,
Who want to shoulder your burdens.
-You trip and you stumble to a point in life,
Where you just don’t care anymore.
The sadists you used to put up a brave front against,
Have turned you into a masochist.
-Days go by,
Cutting, hurting, slitting, and enduring,
You know very well, this is so messed up
But the blood and pain becomes so addictive, it’s now your drug.
-Now all that you look forward to,
Is finding a frantic route out of here.
But hey, just hold it right there.
Right there, under life’s active blare.
-Take a good look. At yourself.
The you, who’s capable of smiling in the faces of those critics.
The you, who’s gone and been back from Hell.
The you, who’s developed the guts to take all that.
-The you... who’s much stronger than others.
Take my hand, if not my advice
You’re not in this alone.
Just open your eyes to the world you think you already know.
-As spoiled as it may seem to you,
There are jewels scattered all over it
Lingering in your shadow for you to glance at,
To let you know, that they gain their strength from just that.
-When they say that The End is in fact the beginning,
Accept it from the the depth of your heart.
For it truly is and will be,
The key to your next doorknob.
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