What doesnt kill you makes you stronger.
But at what point does it stop making you stronger?
How much do i have to suffer to be strong again?
These are the questions i think of again and again
Facing the world, alone?
It seems that im alone, yes i do
have my family and friends.
They never seem to get me
All the thoughts are carried on my shoulders
Everytime i need someone i push them away
To the back of my mind
I could just speak out,
But even i am scared of my thoughts.
Yes, after all this time
More and more.
Does it make me strong or weak?
Am i surviving or dying?