They say
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
But I wonder if they were right
I never got stronger
I only got hurt
Carried deep wounds
And horrible memories
I woke up everyday
Looking at the wounds remembering
All I've been through
All those lonely and dark nights
Where I shed tears
All those days where people were
You passed by
But never asked if I was okey

I never got stronger
What doesn't kill you
Might not kill you physically
But mentally and emotionally

Would you rather get killed
Or carry those wounds with you
For the rest of your life?