If our pain is unavoidable,
Let it be a pain of our choosing.
So I guess at 13 pulling a blade against my sick was a choice?
I chose my mental illness like its a option at lunch
Bipolar, anxiety or OCD.
Normality fleeted my deck of cards that very day,
Lined up just jesters and fours
Winners cards crumbled into ash.
From blood smeared on the walls
To vomit filled toilets.
It began so easy and trivial
To vodka downed straight
Dancing in the darkness
I guess I chose pain or did it choose me?
I guess I was unfortunate,
That my parents did not raise me right.
Or the bullies viper tongues,
Venom was deadly in my mind.
When I choose to date women,
And give my virginity away for free.
Did I choose suffering or was that all was offered to me?
When I was given black eyes as love
When I was locked in a secure ward
It was not just for fun.
Did I choose the pain or did it choose me?
I guess if it continues rifling through my successes
That I left an open door for it to walk in.
I guess it saw the weakness in me.
Maybe I will never be free.