Struggle, Struggle, Repeat

Everyone's life is filled with challenges

Pain, suffering and sorrow.

Some more than others, Some not as much

There’s many bumps, bends

and forks in the roads of life for traveling

Building connections, making corrections

In order for us each to understand our life’s lessons.

 

Life's burdens weighed heavily on me, I grew weary

The. aught myself to live with each one.

Resulting in my adapting to crisis extremely well

Soon I found comfort in surviving day-to-day

Until it became the only goal I allowed myself to set

Over and over again, day after day, accomplished each time.

 

I accepted the worst, so life couldn’t get worse

Didn’t set my expectations, had no need to raise the bar

Lack of standards, so no need to lower them

Had less than nothing, so I wouldn’t loose anything

Surviving each day with next to nothing, repeating a cycle

I avoided hitting rock bottom by lying on it every night

 

Woe is me, look at all I've been through

I’ve been through so much more than anyone else

Poor me, never get a break, I am a victim

 

Struggle, Struggle, Struggle. Survive and Repeat

Accepting all my life's trials as having bad luck

That’s just how my cards were-dealt.

Convinced I was cursed, constantly challenged

Faced with loss after loss, heartache after heartache

Constantly suffering daily setbacks, so much pain.

 

Like a test, I was retaking, everyday, over and over again

A test I was never passing, Failing it every single time

Never changing my answer, never correcting the wrong ones

Never altering my reactions, never learning

No effort, no second thought given on how to raise my scores

Too busy settling to survive through life

 

Poor, unlucky, unfortunate me didn’t notice others

could be affected by my life . My survival was selfish

I had no time to notice anyone else

My decisions based on getting by

No further than tomorrow.

 

This is the life that I reaped, so much negativity

Resulted in facing the same struggles

over and over again, surviving them, just barely every time

The most pitiful part is how proud I was if of my survival

I knew I was merely surviving and was ok with it