Survival of the Weak

I survive. Only to keep myself alive. Living one day to the next. Writing and typing useless text. Keeping me from destroying myself. And everyone else. Violence hidden and buried. A burden that is discreet and carried. Faces of my former friends. Knowing that they will meet their ends. And I will survive like always. Because this nausious feeling always stays. Sickening me and telling me. That I will never agree. Occurring to live on. Like an Ex-Con. Released into the living. The careless and unforgiving. I survive just to die. I survive just to cry. Living my days until they cease. Until my soul is able to release. From it's restraints that I carry. The things that it won't allow me to bury. Surviving the worst kind of pain. Loss of nerve to the stupid and inane. Loss of family and those I was close to. When they're life was through. I stood there, frozen. With my heart wide open. For the taking. For the breaking. So you can take it. And you can break it. Destroy it. Before I get too lost. Before it's your life thats my cost.