fight on, or die trying. ( digt ).

i was born death, born to be death, but then they make me wake up.
it gave me a damage to the brain and soul, to get harasede in school.
the giants still standing over me, ready to judge.
when the city sleep's, i prepare, just like many times before.
i just wait for the dark night to howl, to prepare to walk.
grey sky's sweep over the horizont, and make's me sad.
i was beatet, kicked, bullyed, and a lot more to come by the years.
i am the lucky one? claiming to be alive, clinging on to life.
even when it's hard, i still fight on, like i always have.
why do i have do duck out of sight, every time?.
why can't i be allowed to fight, like every one else?.
when the last leaves waiting to fall, i am ready to move on.
but my scars will forever be frozen on my soul.
why do i have to keep fighting my illness?.
why do i have to fight in a system, who only want to break me?.
my journey keeps going on, both bad and good.
i just await the winter to come, so i can close myself in again.
my blood runs in my veins, want to be free.
but i won't allow it, not again, never to be again.
they say im a lucky one, then why do they hurt me?
just like school?.
i wear the scars of the nature's purge, to the day i die.
i don't see the light always, but when i do, i smile a little.
with hope and a lot of good feels, i stand side by side with my brothers.
so im still clinging on to life, a little more time to fight on.

Sådan et fint Lille digt !
Er det mig, eller er dit engelske lige blevet bedre ?
:)

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