I have nothing to complain.
My life is good,
Just as my new attitude.
Fight instead of dying.
Smile instead of crying.
I am more than my sad stories.
I am a conjunction of my victories.
English is not even my first language, but I try.
Just keep this in mind.
I am not a victim of life.
I am a survivor and my skin is raw.
From so many falls I took,
And from all the rocks I moved,
Just to stand here and fight one day more.
One more night.
I have tried leaving this place, with no success.
I guess I am here to stay,
Until the warm kiss of death.
Till then, I will have too deep of cuts, too deep of thoughts, too deep of soul.
This is who I am.
I have seen the path I need to take and there is no fear on the go.
Make no mistake.
May Christ have mercy on me
For making death such a joke.
Amid these hearts that burn like coal
And this flesh that rose like smoke.
If you don’t know, find me on the bottom of the ocean.
Breathing with no air, too deep to care.
I love it here.
I hear…
Sleep baby, sleep.
Your glorious soul only likes what is too deep,
A place where not many of us have reached.
