Getting up

I’m getting up again. Tossing away my end plans. I’m healing myself another time, because life is rough and too much but I want to stay alive. I want to stay alive force myself to survive because I hurt inside but I can’t die. Coming back to life, fighting this fight because my eyes will see sights that cause pain but break the ties. Generational curse’s we have to break, so much is at stake, the future doesn’t wait and you can’t outrun fate. Writing my own story because this one is too gory. Set aside that suicide note, light this fire and take down the rope. This is hope.