MiMenteEsUnaJungla

i peel myself from my bed,
not letting my grip go,
with a lil help from the meds,
i draw a smile on my face,
while my puffy eyes fade away

swallow pride and pain
try to start
all over
again

with a lil help from my friends,
i see the sun every now and then
and a little more often
i'm found with a sincere smile
on my face

what a miracle

with a lil help from myself,
i try no to flinch every time
my face shows itself on a mirror
i try to be kinder to the one i am,
without mourning the one i was
not expecting much of the one i'll be
(but expecting everything the world has to offer)
(if i try)
(if i fail)
(what would will become of me?)