Sometimes all I think about is you,
Sitting here in the middle of the night,
I remember every single fight,
I remember having to pay my due,
I mourn everything you took from me.
I can't fight you but you will never leave,
No matter how strong I am you come in the dark,
Hit like a flash as I sit in the park,
You leave me unable to believe,
Breaking down my reality.
You're not pleasant and I am left confused,
I listen detached to the diagnosis bemused,
My body is a testament to your victories,
Your causes are often left to mysteries,
My Scars are proof of my wins.
Some times all I can think about is you,
Thinking of the suffering you have brought,
Leaving me to pick up the pieces and rebuild,
But each battle a lesson taught,
The Old me you have killed.
But I brushed myself off got to my feet,
Standing up after every single defeat,
I know you will win in the end,
I won't go quietly into that night,
With every breath and fibre of my soul, I'll Fight.
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