I do not apologize
For feeling what I became.
You have these words
That seem absurd
All to **** my name.
As I journey through the past,
I barely know its me,
As I sit and read
This artful plead
That I called my poetry.

But now that I reflect
And I slowly start to see,
Just how rough this life just was,
And how hard I was on me.
My bones remain unbroken,
My body still in tact,
Though through my work
Those demons lurk,
Assuring I'm about to crack.

But today, it seems so clear
that really what I need,
Is not to drown myself in beer
And suffocate with ****.
There's nothing really
All that wrong
With a bottle and a bowl,
Until you find you lose your mind
With lacking self control.

Zero or Ten
That is but me
There is no
In between.
The colours that define
How I spend my time
Could be described
In black and green.

This poem is not for you,
As it had no pre-existence,
This is off the top of my noggin
To help me with resistance.
To show me that it was not okay,
But now it's all alright,
I've proven that a broken soldier
Can still live on to fight.