The Struggle

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Poetry

So I fucked up again

It was the last straw

So I listen to my wife bawl

I can't seem to do anything right

 

She says she's gonna leave

I can't blame her

Knowing about the father she favors

I'm the one that never lied to her

 

But now I have I broke my promise

To be the best she's ever had

To never make her sad

I fucked up and broke her heart

 

I lied because the truth was hard

The truth sounded like a lie

Now I have to say goodbye

To the love of my life

 

So I sit here and contemplate death

Think about everything I did wrong

And write this little song

And try to put my feelings to paper

 

Usually it's so easy

To put words to paper

But tonight it's hard and tapered

It seems they were connected to her

 

Without her noone will know

About my true feelings

Or my dark meanings

It all locks up

 

Inside my soul

She was the key

The key to the true me

Because inside there's a storm

 

Destroying me from the inside

Without her my feelings recess

I resolve to being depressed

What's the fucking point

 

With noone to go home to

Nothing left for me anymore

Nothing left in store

Almost everyone gave up on me

 

My wife, my grandparents, even the military

You ever been called a waste of time?

So I stand on this bridge looking for a rhyme

To finish this piece of shit song

 

I'm staring down at the water

I want it to hold me

I want it to caress me

The water used to be my best friend

 

Now maybe it can be again

It can fill every cell in my body

As I feel it envelop me

It gives me the strength to breathe

 

With the gills i so desperately need

So I take one deep breath

And I envision death

As i gasp once more for air

 

It fills every cell

I start to feel cold

And weak like I'm getting old

But I know it'll be over soon

 

As I walk towards that warm embrace

Death isn't sad like everyone thinks

Death seems nice or so I think

There's a bright white light

 

And alot of warmth

And I swear through the light I see a face

I'm excited and my heart starts to race

Is this God I see?

 

Then the white is yellow

I come up confused and angry

Who the hell "saved me"?

But there's no one there

 

I'm alone again

Or maybe not

I still have the thoughts

Inside my head

 

The struggle is back

The struggle is real

Maybe now you can begin to see what I feel

The struggle I deal with everyday

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