Dying a thousand times....
I’ve died so many times trying my hardest to live. Each step a bleeding mess; stumbling, dragging feet across roads paved in poor choices and failures and the craziness that comes with throwing yourself against the barbed wire surrounding society’s sanity. Somehow though, I keep moving, believing that this road will lead to something golden, some measure of happiness that is beyond being a walking zombie. But it’s so hard to walk sometimes, to keep moving forward. And if I fell I wonder if i would have really accomplished anything or touched anyone or did anything really worthwhile.