It's hard to fight when you've been knocked down.
A child who has had the child smacked out of them.
As you stand back up it's there to trip you and kick you.
And the one that is there to give you a hand
is already on the ground, sick.
Feelings that are nonexistent choke you.
Wrap around your brain, pulling all your thoughts to the surface.
It plagues you, and nothing can stop it.
And the one that wants to give you a hand
has proved they're incapable.
Exhausted mentally, sick and tired.
You give out all you can to those who need it.
Just to be ignored and become the doormat.
And the one that is not there to give you a hand
doesn't realize how much it's needed.
But you have to keep pushing, all your life.
What else can you do?
There's a life worth living, through it all.
It takes a while, it's not on your terms.
But it will happen, and it will be all the more sweet
when it does.
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Originally Posted by Blitz Canavi
