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.
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