Scared of Getting Better

I thought I never could fight back

It slowly turned my world to black

Depression was a cage of bars

Now all that’s left is the scars

 

I spent years locked away

After time my will decayed

I never dared to take a stand

Too scared to take a helping hand

 

I don’t think I’ll ever forget

The silence that I still regret

Locked inside my cold abyss

A lonely world free of bliss

 

But now I can sound the alarm

And I can speak, my mind disarm

These years of pain I can’t take back

But I could dodge the next attack

 

It took forever but I have learned

That my courage hasn’t burned

I know the scars may never fade

But I don’t have to take that blade

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