Written at 11:59 pm on December 31, 2015
The fireworks and noise began as I seemed to end.
It was such a long and draining year and I could no longer pretend.
364 days, 23 hours, and 59 minutes ago,
It was hard to keep living and so easy to let go.
That night I made a choice to give it another chance,
Although the blood and the tears kept my eyes on the circumstance.
I fought the thoughts of another year that would finally kill me;
All the pain, the hurt, and the suffering that life still could be.
364 days, 23 hours, and 59 minutes later,
My skin remained untouched but my life remained an agitator.
I ask myself "Should I keep living this life that's left me a mess?"
And even after all I've been through, I still hear myself say "oh hell yes."