hand|e your scanda|

i hate this.
see the death of my soul.
watch me crumble down on the floor.
look at the poison coming out of my eyes.
hear my heart scream.
feel the pain that stabs through my chest.
see how i suffer in silence.
laugh at the pain i'm going through.

i am NOT weak.i am NOT vulnerable
i'm strong.i have both my legs on the ground.i'm okay.
what does'nt kill me makes me stronger.
Thank you.