Yesterday when I said I was weak, someone proved me wrong.
They said no you are not weak; you are very strong.
Stronger than others who have fallen victim to your disease.
Stronger than other who just look at their life in displease.
They told me I am strong for letting everything go.
They said I was strong for letting them know.
But it's unfair
I try my best but I never succeed
Maybe success isn't what I need
Maybe the goal is just being here
I don't know
But I do know that I'm still here
