The bad choices were self-inflected.
Am I an imbecile, unlucky or unblessed?
God has turned a deaf ear. He has other prayers
to grant. I crash and I burn, I toss and I turn. Losing my religion.
Evaporating, steadily eliminating all traces of me.
The messy makeup on my face is confirmation of my pain.
Do you care? Does anyone care? Ineffective tears are the only constant
in my life. Loved ones abscond as I fight to hold on. But will I win the
war?
I wear battle scars like gems. Evidence of my resolve.
The demons of confusion dance their victory dance. May I cut in, though?
I won’t go down. I can’t go down. Don’t count me out now. Running swiftly from this madness
will not be done in vain. I may fall, but still I rise. I will live to fight again.
