I chose life

So many times, down on my luck

broken up, when everything became unstuck

felt the coldness of the edge of a knife

I chose life

Rock bottom my old friend, many stories to tell

when I was at my wits end, always there when I fell

stood at the edge of that ledge, bad thoughts running rife

I chose life

Every time I tripped, was left alone and bruised

every kick to the ribs, even when my trust was used

moments where my mind was filled with strife

I chose life

The hate I felt for me, the thoughts that cut me down

all the love I couldn't let in, left to slowly drown

when I started to dive

I chose life

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.