I was to late to open up the door,
Cause no one waits for me out there,
It took some time to stand up from the floor,
For wounds heal slow without the care,

Perhaps you left while I was still struggling,
Or maybe sooner to not see,
This ugly sight of me slowly crumbling,
and fighting lone desperately,

And now I have recovered I stand again,
but somethings never really change,
My heart and soul are still in endless pain,
Even if I am happy isn't it still strange.