Hi,
I came back here in my lovely remission, dragged by your support and good memories you gave me. Few nights ago (instead of studying for my oral exam) I wrote something. I still don't know if it is lyrics, poem  or even a piece only for trash, but I want to share it with you, as the subject it is written on, will be very close to you and you will be the ones that fully understand the meaning of my scribbles.

Facing the demon

I opened my eyes and I couldn't believe
that all I went trough is not enough
The pain is so violent that I cannot see
the night

I curled in my bed and I tried not to move
forced myself not to scream, not to break loose
Everything I long for is too far away
just begging to soothe.

Nothing really matters
when you try
to face your demon
in the night

Nothing really matters
when you only wish
to pass away
this time

I opened my eyes and once again I couldn't believe
That the sun rising came above the clouds
as I felt the relief and pain was gone
tonight

I curled in my bed for some minutes to sleep
forced myself to make up and be cheerful as I should be
I stand for what I live for, I dream
and I will get what I want

Every hit makes me stronger
Every tear gives me hope
that tomorrow will be a better day
even though I m not so sure today.

Every hit makes me stronger
Every tear gives me hope
that tomorrow will be a better day
even though I m not so sure today.

Kisses,

Margaret.