They say the people we dislike the most, are usually the ones we most resemble.
It’s easier to act like you’re better and call them annoying; then it is to look in the mirror.
Something everyone sees that you do.
Well that is everyone but yourself when the one projecting is you..
You think you made me, but you didn’t help me not one bit.
Well, not to be a hypocrite, you might’ve helped a little bit..
But I’ve managed this light all on my own,
I kept taking life’s punches hit after hit.
beaten and bloody from the hand I was shown.
Life’s still beating me.
Most days I just want it all to stop,
I beg myself not to get back up, knowing one blow and I’m just going to drop.
I tell myself I can’t do it, I can’t do this anymore.
Searching for a way out and I can’t find a door so I just stay on the floor.
I guess when you’re fighting life; you know you won’t be leaving with it.
“well life’s not fair” blah blah blah; it’s all bullshit.
Life’s hard, and it hurts and guess what none of us will survive.
It’s not really a fight you win, it’s not a fight you’ll leave alive.
But how many rounds can you go?
How many times will you climb back up on your feet?
and what made your fight worth it?
Did you show bravery as you faced your defeat?
We’re fucking stuck here. We didn’t choose to be alive,
and there’s no instruction manual nothing to teach us how to survive.
We’re not good students we’d rather fight the truth than to learn,
and though happiness should be a given its something a lot of us have to fight to earn.
you don’t listen.
it goes into one ear straight through than back out,
You don’t like not having the answers it fills you up with insecurities and doubt.
You’re growing bitter; the angers turning you cold, and no one likes a quitter but the fight is getting old.
“it’s hard to be a light in the dark” because you can’t ever let down your guard,
but when it seems the darks got you sputtering out is when you’ll realize staying lits not that hard.
Theyre the ones fighting to put you out, meanwhile light is just who you really are.
But you can keep fighting, if that’s what you want, and while you’re losing to life; death will be on the sidelines to taunt.
Broken bones they heal, and cuts will fade out to a scar.
and someday down the road you will not find them when you tell the story of why you are who you are.
You aren’t special because you think you’ve had it all so much worse.
Inside every humans a narcissist who swears “no you don’t get it my life’s actually the worst”.
You aren’t cursed. God didn’t special pick you out of the pack and say your life’s going to be pure torture while I cut all the rest a little slack.
We’ve all been through shit and we all have our pride,
We all carry secrets that we’ve buried inside.
But it doesn’t make us stronger cause we’ve been through harder things,
What’s important is how many times did you keep getting up? how many times did you dodge his swings?
But if you’re a fighter and you’re refusing to sit down and learn.
Then suck the bad shit the fuck up, cause you agreed to eating shit and rug burn.
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