You are a product of your own life.
The road you’re at, you have got yourself there by your own demise.
This is way you choose to live your life.
I wouldn’t say the road is where you’re at; being the subject of this poem;
It would only be an observation to say the gutter fits you better.
It’s not that I want to sound sour.
I don’t need to say the tables have turned,
You haven’t looked me in the eye since it happened,
Almost 7 years ago.
Does it make you churn to see?
I have risen above everything; I have been labelled to be.
I want you to be happy, to show to fight for your life and mind;
Will be worthwhile, you have to taste despair first,
To value your own smile.
Life is what you make it,
If you break it: it will end.
Life is not a thing, that you should try to bend.
Only you can help yourself, to mend.
Now you know though how I felt;
When I was way down in my descent.