September-Our reunion

I know I’ll have to face it again,
Because you don’t like to go,
I know I’ll have to see my past,
Because you prefer to show.

I know I’ll have to face the day,
Because you like to show your face,
I know I’ll have to remember this,
The un-dead part of disgrace.

I wonder how you’ll be about it,
Will you be normal or mature?
Will I fall back into sadness,
Or have I found the cure.

I am no longer depressed,
I no longer have to fight,
But I will see you in September,
Our worlds will reunite.

I’m just not sure how I’ll be,
Because of our last meet,
Because I lost my sense of hope,
And decided to admit defeat.

I cried myself to sleep that night,
They all knew I was in pain,
But there’s nothing they can do,
You return again and again.

I guess I should not let you get,
In the way of my now good life,
But for some reason when I see you,
I fall to the sharpest knife.

But maybe now it is time,
For me to just remember,
I know better than to surrender to you,
When I see you this September.