Stronger

I was kicked down a hell lot as a kid

I was used like a frisbee, like a trash can lid

To many of my closest people, a forcible goodbye I bid,

Still, people don't have regrets for whatever they did.

I can't even think about the deep abyss,

I would be lost in, without this,

Blessing, writing I mean, it's a bliss,

It's a skill and a venting centre one can't miss.

What doesn't kill you makes you strong,

Agreed, but it doesn't wanna make you live long,

Sometimes you just don't know if it's right or wrong,

You just accept it as it is, even if it hurts you as much as this song.

You accept it knowing it won't end well for you again,

You know you'll go through everything you did, see your heart in pain,

You know you put every effort of yours in vain,

But still you continue in hopes that it'll finally be worth all the strain.

But when you lose a person, you start knowing that you're enough,

You start knowing that whatever times you had that were rough,

Whenever you were asked to wipe your tears and stand tough,

Would now be included with the same person, the irrelevant stuff.