Rising from the bottom
Every day I seem to be dying,
but you can be sure I'm making,
peace with the fact I ain't thriving,
in this life that we are all deciding,
for a way that gets us all enduring.

I've been through hell and back,
no demons but me on some traps.
I fell and felt I wouldn't glorify,
but here I am standing to testify,
your shadow can't take your life.

Middle finger to all my demons,
cause I ain't gonna kill my myself.
Fuck you and all my emotions,
that made me feel I was so less than,
cause I'm rising from the bottom.

© dats_poetry