To Really Hurt
Seems like life just doesn't quit!
Here's one, within my hearts tick.
Where do I begin?
Where it rips up underneath my skin?
Just when I thought I was so aware,
another obstacle that doesn't care.
Being strong was last on my mind.
Only angriness, why? for being kind?
Lingering, I was in my sorrow,
blinded to what holds tomorrow.
Revenge sounded at it's sweetest--
but I was just being tested.
Now, I found my greatest weapon,
my reward, just doing nothing.
I gained more strength from it all,
by walking away and standing tall!
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