I don’t need enemies to attack me like disease. Destroying the ground where I stand, never lending me a helping hand to hold. Destroying my life from the inside, making me wish as though I died. Never off my mind, always on the line. All I can do is hope in time, everything lifts from the past. Then I start over and hope it lasts. Finally you forgive and I start to live without enemies. Can’t live, I must forgive.
