I hoped I would not relapse,

That I would keep smiling.

See I do love my life,

Appreciate every hurdle I face,

But what I hate,

Is being reminded of faith or being told its fate.

I hoped I would be okay by now,

At peace with deep within,

Being the pillar I wished they could have been for me,

See I am no longer scared of life,

Taking every bullet coming my way,

But what I don’t expect you to do,

Is act like you care, you don’t have to soothe my pain.

Worry is a feeling we all have to bare, pain is like a the hole in your favourite outfit that can’t be patched up.

An outfit that I can’t afford to change…

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