I Stand Alone

Some days I just feel like this:

Lymie: Highway to Hell

Life stuff doesn’t seem so scary
after I looked death right in the eye
lying on cold bathroom tiles
and then decided to get up

I know what determination is
having nothing left inside
getting up every morning
even while I cry

I know what strength is
fighting from emptiness
because there is no choice
but to give it another try

I know what faith is
believing, in the pain,
that another day will come
and ease me from this hell

I know what hope is
holding onto silent air
praying at the end of this
that I will be well

Life stuff doesn’t seem so scary
after I looked death right in the eye
lying on cold bathroom tiles
and then decided to get up