Broken Poetry

Life Can't Beat Me

An eternal silence rings through my ears as I sink deeper and deeper into the darkness of the ocean. I choke on the water, my lungs in desperate need of air. Distant laughter can be heard through the glass of the window, familiar faces all staring at me with disgust, like I was some freak that deserved to drown. Shadows swim around me, eyeing me like I was fresh meat to a pack of starving wolves.

I see his face through the surface of the water, relived as he reached a hand into this hell to save me. He pulls me up and out of the water, and I breathe.

I lied.

His hands wrap around my neck, his face molds into that of my worst nightmare. Another person stands behind me, fists raised, my father.

This hell just never ends.

I was born only to suffer, like this life is a test to see how much I can take before I self destruct. How much betrayal I can handle before I step off the edge. How much pain I can absorb before I go completely insane. How much hatred I can hold before I set out for blood.

But I keep fighting.

I keep wanting.

I want to be happy.

I will fight for that happiness.

I will absorb the pain, and turn it into strength.

I will take that betrayal and forgive.

I will take that hate and use it a reason to keep fighting.

I won't let life push me around.