Scars are fading, cuts going away.
I'm getting better, day by day.

I do believe, on this breezy night,
I am beginning to win the fight.

The thoughts are dimming, the curtains aren't closed.
These eyes are shining, this frown is bowed.

My smiles; they don't look fake,
My closed of mind doesn't seem about to break.

I'm no longer balancing on the edge, instead on solid ground.
Hoping it won't crumble below me, yet not making a sound.

I feel like the pain is slowly receding,
The voices in my head are quieting, leaving.

Scars are fading, cuts going away.
I'm getting better, day by day.

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