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Void is the space between loneliness and death, looking into the mirror and the reflection that is staring back at you is no longer yourself, but a whisper of who you used to be. How can you be vulnerable in a world that chews you up, spits you out and leaves the remains for the dogs to devour?
And I live a luxurious existence with colorful words that blind the eyes in attempts to boast about my riches.
Life is cold, and shameless, heartless and cruel or is it?
We are all afforded the same opportunities in life.
Only the strong survive, but everyone dies.
I don’t want to be a pawn, but I am. Life has played a sick game of cat and mouse with me, dealing me hands that are impossible to win.
But we are all afforded the same opportunities in life.
But the complex nature of this plan is never revealed until the very last moment of sanity placed upon me. Doing the same things over and over again expecting the same results, how many times can a heart be broken and still survive? How many times can it be pieced back together?
And I love deeply and so freely, I have always been this way, I have always loved this way and there are many men who would love to have me.
But no man would choose to love me; I have not been afforded that luxury.
Only the strong survive but everyone who is anyone dies.
You are lazy and lack motivation, how have I achieved what I have achieved in life? Through hard work and dedication…DUH!
But what type of background do you have? Is yours of suffering in plain sight, but with refusal to acknowledge me. I am a stone in a soft world and I stick out like a sore thumb. And passersby see me and offer me bread and milk, but never tell me how to create this for myself.
But we are all afforded the same opportunities in life.
But are you born of hatred, spewed out in drugged filled landfills where firearms and knives are toys to the youth? Not an excuse but an obstacle course that many men do not survive. And I am here in the midst of this. Told not to have babies, but not told how to prevent them. The system has raped me, life has spewed me the devil’s gin and I have become drunk in it not awakening to the screams of a child that I do not want crying in the background.
But we are all afforded the same opportunities in this life, only the strong survive but everyone who is anyone dies.
