I have fought for freedom
Been blessed by Fortune
Itself
And survived years of
Hell.
I have bled
And burned
Overdosed
Returned,
I have earned
The right
To
Happiness.

Months I've spent since
In glee so grand
I could scoff and spit
At others' trivial joys.
Just months?
I deserve
More
For all my torture.

But this is life
My joy, hiatus
Constant, strife,
Right?
There stands the reaper
Once again...
Every tear...