Pain, my ear is bleeding A former friend lays broken My purple knuckles swelling Destroying some is never elegant
The rush, it tingles Blood is pumping loud I can feel the cold lifted Feelings at last.
Feeling don't last I'm drowning to deep You can fight to change your status To gain respect
There are some things you cant fight Try all that you might You want to kick something It doesn't help
If only I could fight I would fight I would fight to my last breath I would fight until I am dead
till my fists are nothing but mangled pieces Screaming a battle cry, my voice goes out Marching onwards feet ****** stubs Body giving up only my brain is still on
Every last fiber of me would fight And rip it to pieces. I would even **** death So I could keep fighting
But I can not fight No matter how strong This battle is losing I can only watch
You can't fight the tears You can't fight the years Your feelings won't stop Neither will your pain
So stop fighting Stop trying Stop holding on Nothing you do will change this, so let it go.
I have hurt people in the past in fist fights. I have learned and lived to regret it and I am deeply sorry. I have made what a amends I can and that is it. When you grow up in a bad place fighting becomes one of the only ways to release some of your frustrations for your situation. I don't support fist fighting though and if any of you have had to fight at some point in your life I am deeply sorry. Please note that this poem is about letting go of fighting and learning how to grieve and overcome pain in a healthy way.