There I sit, drenched in my own salty tears
Wallowing in my sorrows.
Inside I bleed of all the pain I endured
of all the horror I felt
Yet I still feel the need to stand strong
Fight the
disease of giving up.
So I do.
I turn on my stereo
and sing until my throat closes up and my ears bleed of my own
tunes.
Then I will know, that the harder times get , the stronger I
become
And never under any circumstance will I give up.