I am just a kid fighting the world with his bare hands.
I am so choked up on the words that are spoken.
I hit you with my fist and my broken heart.
I am just not good at falling apart.
I am not very good at believing the lies.
I am not very good at following behind.
I am not very good at hiding my anger.
I am not very good at letting it out.
I am just a man broken at the knees.
I keep on punching, but I am losing my desire to bleed.
I wasn’t meant to bleed for me.
I wasn’t meant to race these dreams.
I wasn’t meant to lose sleep over hurt.
I fall with a blow to the head, it hurts worse than it sounds.
I find it hard to get back up this time.
I am just not very good at war.
I am not very good at remembering things.
I am not very good at paying attention.
I am not very good at speaking the truth.
I am just as broken as you would imagine.
I have bled my strength, there is nothing left.
I can’t fight for me, but for you it would be an honor.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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