Survivor
Trear drops fall as i rememeber...
Every single bad situation
Being set up, abused, and beaten
Left to die while silently screaming..
How all i knew had turned against me
It was the blade that could console me
Cutting the pain away, it freed me
But this comfort was decieving
One day i woke up looked around me
Realized i didnt like that new me
So off away i sent myself
So i can learn me inside out
A year it took and i wont forget
That day i thought "i won't look back"
The day i became a survivor
Stronger and far more wiser
I now can find good within the bad
Helped teach me how to cope with being sad
How to turn negatives into positives
To be able to relax and live
Most important to be able forgive. (yourself)
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