I Survived
I am still alive,
And that’s saying something for me.
I worked through the tears
And it was not all for nothing.
So why do people complain
When I say that with pride?
I worked so hard
When others never tried.
The world was a mess,
So full of confusion and full of stress.
I made it out with my mind,
Know that I did survive.
I survived the emotions
That others never felt.
I was all alone,
There was no one else.
I survived the crashes
That brought me down to tears.
They bring back the pain
Of all my former years.
I accepted that life would be rough
When I could have given up.
I fought to be myself
With the help of no one else.
I made it.
I am alive.
Through the depression
I did survive.
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