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