My Life

I walk around looking through eyes wide shut. Thinking I see a helping hand, only extended to punch me in the gut. Only thing I've seemed to be able to accomplish is completely screwing up my life. Four rarely seen children, a babymom and a ex wife. A job going nowhere trying to work for a chance. But this screwed up life of mine is something I've never been able to enhance. A bottle ah day to try keep the pain away. All In spite, to my dismay, everyday, it seems to stay. Regardless of my pains I never stop trying. Even though on the inside everything in me is dying. I only have one life, and it will be what I make it. And I won't be the one to sit around and let my past take it.