The will

I’m a 6’1 237 pound teddy bear.
I care and I love I feel and feed off pain
Good things are not for me
This is because I live in the darkness
My mind is to complex for a simple mind
I don’t want to fight I fought for my life when it should have been given
I can’t complain about my past everything happened the way it should
Complaints about this means that I would have to give something up
This could never would never be a option I rather take my last breath.
They said what don’t break you will make you I’ve been broken over and over
So why not made yet
There’s many reasons many as long as life there’s still a chance