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Down my face,
As I know that I am
Alone in this fight,
I quietly sob to myself,
Knowing that no one hears me,
I slowly let all my sorrows and fears
Melt away, and quietly sob a sad song
Then I suddenly gain the strength I need,
I become a strong fighter and very slowly
Leaving invisible but visible scars on my heart
The name “Weak Fighter” leaves my body, and a new one takes its place
“Strong Fighter” is what I was, what I am, and what I will always be
But I will never be weak again, and I have figured out a solution to my problem
Sadness comes from pain, and pain feeds off of weakness, so the only alternative
Not to be weak, but to be strong, and stand up and fight because no tear is good enough
And no tear is as good as an action, there is no use of sitting and crying, this will not
Make things any better, if you want something to change, then you can not sit and weep
This only makes you a coward and a fool, tearing are only actions of those people...
Those of the weak, dying, and helpless, I am not one of them…I am not helpless,
One thing I did have to learn the hard way...no one will help you…ever...
You are on your own, you must be superior...in everything...and you must be...
Your own companion…therefore this means you know your self better... Better than anyone on the face of this planet...I thus far know that I and others
Are not made of weak material...but raw, solid, base, and mortal material
This material is not to be used un-cautiously, but wisely...this is survival
as my last tear drops…my last warm, salty, liquid...
I know this is the end...the end of my pain, my sorrow, my weakness...my misery...
But a new beginning...the beginning of my strength, my courage my pride...
The beginning of a new me...