Choices
Sometimes life puts us in rough spots
with no place to go in the face of bad luck
sometimes you feel worthless, scares, lonely, and sad
lost in a world you think has gone mad
but life has a tendancy to work out in the end
but it is dependent on you and the choices you lend
you can play the game of bad decisions and self pity
that is dependent on drugs in the street of a city
or you can play the game of redemption and make yourself better
and prove that you are worth more than the bad full of bitter
you can sit at home with a bottle all by yourself
or you can go out of your way to help someone else
you can Refuse to get better and let your mind win
or you can fight the war of life and win in the end.
~HM
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