street soldier

pain was normal he didn't want love he didn't want friends his family and friends left him in the wind lost for years still didn't care. he love to fight he never won not until the day he died at least he thought. thats until I looked him in the eyes shot him once and shot him ttwice. that's when I saw it a street soldier pleading for his life. I awaken that's when I noticed I've chosen the street life. all the pain washed across my face that was apart of one of my restless nights. I want to say one thing, you have one right to choose your life, you can block one friend one family but remember that's you chosing to shoot yourself once and twice most people shoot themselves more than twice but remember you can always choose a restful life my thoughts come from a mattress that belongs to the floor. read my profile for more context. choose a positive life. don't shoot yourself.