My problems are gone,
They drifted away,
It was all for a price that was difficult to pay.
I gave up on life,
I locked myself away,
I cried myself to sleep each and every day.
I cried all the tears,
I have no more left to cry,
My problems were gone in a blink of an eye.
Some of them came back,
And more came to stay,
Yet again another price I needed to pay.
People say I need help,
Or that I shouldn't feel this way,
And if I don't get help, my problems will stay.
I don't need help,
I can heal myself again,
I left my first battle strong,
And I will leave this one stronger.