I look out into the beautiful skyline
How can somebody like me make it out of the gutter?
It’s like chains putting a strain on my pursuit to happiness
The chains that bound me to my unforgettable past
The past that once drowned me in my darkest sorrows
It haunts me daily…
Not just at night
Who would’ve know this life would be this hard?
I didn’t choose this life, it chose me
So tell me, what do i do with the cards that was dealt to me?
Meaningless conversations and friendships only confirms my self-doubt that i’ll never find the answer…