A Born Survivor
From birth plagued with sickness
Cursed with bad luck, the hate was witnesses
Sad and distressed
Distorted and a mess
Wondering why the body lived
Is this what life has to give?
Wishing to be someone else
Though everyone is free to be themselves
Felt *good for nothing*
Not knowing that the soul was living for something
Hated the truth, so made up lies
Hurt by others, built walls that held haunted cries
“You may as well should give up.”
Whispered the razor, the lips snarled and to it to shut up.
But depression grew
The silver blade shone like brand new
Only thought about one’s self
Blocking out everyone else
Now know that it was selfish
Being brought down…yea the soul hated this
So the mind began to fight
Rising from the darkness, heading towards the light
Determination came from within
The broken wants to win
Writing black words on a white black ground
The voice has a firm sound
Victory is what it’s after
Wants to be free forever
Though dark thoughts made the soul feel weak
Peace? That’s what it seeks
This battle, the soul will endeavor
Because it was born a survivor
Taught never to give up and to keep fighting
Sprouted wings, now it always flying
Cursed with bad luck, the hate was witnesses
Sad and distressed
Distorted and a mess
Wondering why the body lived
Is this what life has to give?
Wishing to be someone else
Though everyone is free to be themselves
Felt *good for nothing*
Not knowing that the soul was living for something
Hated the truth, so made up lies
Hurt by others, built walls that held haunted cries
“You may as well should give up.”
Whispered the razor, the lips snarled and to it to shut up.
But depression grew
The silver blade shone like brand new
Only thought about one’s self
Blocking out everyone else
Now know that it was selfish
Being brought down…yea the soul hated this
So the mind began to fight
Rising from the darkness, heading towards the light
Determination came from within
The broken wants to win
Writing black words on a white black ground
The voice has a firm sound
Victory is what it’s after
Wants to be free forever
Though dark thoughts made the soul feel weak
Peace? That’s what it seeks
This battle, the soul will endeavor
Because it was born a survivor
Taught never to give up and to keep fighting
Sprouted wings, now it always flying