The way i struggle. in the moment and in the race of the world. ive become numb, i never wanted you to see, the sick side of me.

you are my cancer, i buried myself inside myself. to hide? to fade?

here iam geting my strength back more and more each day. i remember you as my sickness as my hate.

with each step i have put that drink down, more and more, the selfdistruction has faded, the self worth as screamed in myface. reminding me that im worth and this sickness i have felt is gone, going away,