I should be dead, so many times I have escaped fate. I know death is watching my foot steps, tread lightly around the ruins. so many breaths could have been my last... from hands on my throat to guns pointed at my head. The demons laugh as I toss and turn in my bed. They say the strongest soldiers are built from suffering. I won't take myself out on the account of mental pain. I have been given to many second chances. I cannot just let my name be buried 6 feet under and engraved upon a depressing grey stone. I have not faught to live another day for nothing, I will not be forgotten. I will make'em remember my legacy. PTSD won't leave me alone..... I got no friends to call, I gotta deal with it alone. So many fake friends I know they talk behind my back. They got their hands out to take everything I have. They wanna take me down but I won't let'em. I wish I had somebody but at least I don't have to rely on anybody. I am a single assassin, killing anything trying to stop me. My enemies I'm slashing. My soul might be broken and bleeding but I'm not falling until my body stops walking. Even then I will be crawling independently. I might trip but I will get back on my feet. I will pull myself up and shake off the dust like nothing happened.They didn't pull the trigger, that was their first mistake.... Because all of this just leaves me stronger in my wake. I am not afraid to die because living is more painful but while I'm alive I will be useful to the people as long as I'm able. When the time is right I will be at peace in eternal sleep, but until then I will continue to be a beast.