Couldn't help but come back for one more.
Pain, my main feeling that keeps me sane, each strain on my brain remains as a stain, each drop of sweat, blood, and tears each hit, drug, and ounce of fear kept me from the line of freedom, every enemy with thoughts "Just beat him", mental warfare against the corrupt and myself, every step struggled with no help, a warrior, a soldier, another small-fry going up against a horde of people with cold shoulders, every prayer to the Lord, every word, every time my spirit was ignored, but there's more, more strength to the core, no more of having my thoughts tooken away, I'm here to stay, every day a new obstacle in the way, my pride has turn the tide to this spiritual fight, every push, every shush, my right to speak tooken away by each tainted touch, 1 soldier on the battlefield, surrender? No such, every punch, every hunch, every clutch onto someone is done, I'm alive and well, I've been through my own hell, I've been stuck in my own hand-made solitary cell, every bit of hope on my freedom is riding, every dark corner of my soul is hiding, I've been through pain, I still have my pride, I'm still pushing, and I'm still surviving...
Love you all, peace.
