I just had to capitalise on my low spirits and write another original.

When its gone.
When the beating stops.
Will it matter?
Does it matter now?

To hold it down,
To bring it back inside,
To kill the pain,
But your one step shy.

Then look up,
And chin up,
Your feelings out there calling you back.
Then get up,
Just get up,
Its only over when your dead.

Let it go
Let it out
Somethings wrong but you pull it back up
Stop looking down
Just feel inside
And crush those wrongs
Embrace those rights

Let it go
Let it out
They'll hit you down but you'll stand right up
Even if your alone
You still got yourself
So fight right back

And let it out.

Cheekydeon, is writing another original.