My struggle my life

Life in struggle .

Wake up , exhale the toxins from my lungs  

let  ago of anther breath that ways so heavy on my chest like a thousand tonnes 

I've said so many times this I'll kick the obsessive habit , I have to self distruct 

But My emotions I have emerging have got me feel Fucked ...

My body broken Beyond repair , I stare at old scars with a withering glare .

And it's not that I don't care . It's not that I'm not trying to fight .

It's the thought of carrying my demons make me sink each night 

I had dreams and plans , exceptions for life 

I never dreamt of feel more comfortable alone at the edge of a knife .

Hours have past now and I'm  feeling weak , legs buckle as I beg to sleep 

While my mind races with Wolves screaming words I could never speak .