It’s not the first time
I feel my veins being pulled,
Twisted and turned into knots –
Truly, is this all you’ve got?
I still believe my glass is half full.

Trying to break me – go on,
Crush all my bones, like dreams.
If it’s too much, as it seems –
Worry not. I want to be strong.

Loosing hope is worse than the pain.
You can drain me, but I will survive.
Getting stronger with every new dive,
I’m refilling my glass, yet again.

…Should I recover, can’t decide…
If all my scars – on the inside…


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