I was looking through my old writings and found this. Just thought I’d post it.
I didn’t lose.
I didn’t lose for sure.
I never wanted to consume
something so horrible.
I never wanted to get shaken
by spoiled thoughts.
I fought.
I fought for all the rights
that concern me.
I did not lose.
I won.
I won and kept on living.
My friends have lost.
I kicked them to the ground and broke their bones so that they may never want me.
My family has lost.
I sent them away in my heart to avoid the pain of reality.
My loss came to my form.
I have hit myself into a bloody mass both in body and soul.
I have no enemies
ahead or behind me now.
I have no enimies
Inside of me either.
I am no one now.
I can’t do anything anymore.
So Tell me:
Who am I?
What Am I?
Tell me.