Get Up


Days have been dark

Months have been dark

I have fallen

I have tripped on my faith and soul, my dignity, my mind, my life...

I have cut through every scar on my skin

I have drowned every organ in my body in substance

I have pleaded my mind to forget every memory of hurt

I have pleaded my heart to forgive every soul, mine included

I have faked a smile until my mind and soul can believe i am happy

I have finally seen the sun

clouds will come again but despite the falls, i wouldnt like to be anybody else because i always get up and thats what counts


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