I wish I could fight this wall of pain
I wish there was a fire exit out of my brain
but the control center has imploded
ladies and gentlemen my nerves have exploded
With nothing but pain and inflammation to look forward to each day
how do I even move on?
I suppose it’s the will to succeed that drives me
and all the patients that thrive off what I say
heck sometimes I even make someone’s day.
I no longer care much for myself anymore
I see myself as a death row patient awaiting punishment
12 years is all I have of people’s optimism I’;ll have none of it
None of them have…
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