Control

Ever get that cold feeling the crawls into your gut rotting away atyour bones, slowly eating your soul? the feeling of a dawn that nevercomes and all your left with is sand and shadows after the fires burnedout. I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm angry and I have no idea why.'Every thing is going okay', is only said when things are fucked up.But nothing ever is OK. Nothing ever is right or just. There is nopeace and no rest. No redemption and no salvation. It dose not matterif I take my next breath, I thought I had nothing to
live for.

 I know that I am not better and I know that the anger still
lingers.

 It is learning to control the anger and the pain and the sheer
rage and bend it to my will.

Just remember that  pain is nothing
compared to those who will suffer by the loss or your life. Make your
own choice, but let it be your own. And remember, reincarnation teaches
that those who take their own lives must repeat them because they have
not learned this life's lesson.We can not be responsible for the
actions of others, but we must live with the outcome of their
decisions. No matter how much it hurts and we want to yell and scream
and fight. People are left to their own will. That is what makes us
human.

Smile

Smile stubborn.
smile with instict, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember.

We are working people.
Work.
Struggle.
Even laugh about it some times.
none of us are winners.
we're survivors.