The things we cheer to
We’re not to walk along lost in the past
Forward is always the path
Sometimes we trip
We’re built to over come these things
We grow from within
We spread our roots
We become stronger as we grow deeper.
We hold on for dear life
We hold our head high
And sure sometimes we get fed up but solving that is up to you
Our strength grows from within and sometimes we just can’t contain ourselves within our skin.
We all explode at times
We ooze from our natural confines.
We all suffer.
We all have pain.
I won’t lie sometimes I just feel drained.
Sometimes I feel plain
Sometimes I’m lost, confused, sad or hiding it all with booze.
At nights I fight for my life not with a gun or knife
My pen is my deadly weapon.
And honestly it makes everything better.