what made you try.

What hurts the most yields all but truth,
and what lost my mind still held my youth.
What made me weak did make me fall,
and what made me reach did make me tall.

Aside from rumored, fatal lies.
I've lost perception of wrong and right.
I've learned to not trust a word they say,
and live dependent on everyday.
I've dealt with the talk, I'm on my own.
I remind myself: I'm not alone.
I realized that they can't run my life..
it's no longer a matter to win the fight.

When looking back, remember me.
Not for what you heard..but what you see.
Despite what hurts and burn the eyes,
despite the lone and lifeless life.
What made you try made muscles grow,
and what made you cry did not break bones.