Strong is a choice.
I believe that with all my soul.
but I guess if you don't believe it...  
you're stuck. What a shame.
I remember being there in that pain.
I will never go back there again.
It gave me nothing I ever needed.
Iwas all I had and all I needed.
I chose to be there for myself.
I chose to crave life and the simple things
I soaked it all up!
I made the world my new drug.
exercise and nature and living.
life is my new pain and its scars
decorate my heart as momentos of my strength.
the measure of my beautiful life.