I want to make it through this life's door,
But damn I can barely see it anymore.
Being like this is driving me mad.
One minute I'm happy the next minute I'm sad.
I've cheated myself of what life has to give.
Now I'm hoping my health allows me to live.
Every morning I wake thankful for that breath.
Thinking how many times I have cheated death.
I truly think I'm ready for change.
Sick and tired of my life being deranged.
Am I actually strong enough to deal with the fear of me?
I'm not so sure but I will soon see.