A hero to myself

Shot to the heart Shot to the head Grazes on my body Wishing I’d died instead Let the eye of the pin Bleed stains on this paper Of my heart’s pain and sins At the end of the barrel As God is my witness My Love caused my peril I couldn’t cheat or defy fate When death was so near More myself I hate Forsaken love was my fear I lived I loved I have yet to conquer The lessons in the revolver To catch the speed and dodge The calamities Of the unknown that surrounds me The waging war is mental Understand what I went through The battlefield so surreal Stress of cognition I deal – with I will not let Currency I can not get Afflict my being It defiles the living that paper is not yours for the spending Loans pending Truth The beginning and ending Numeric code pending Eyes can not see scars Like the holes in the cars Metal rained down upon cars To be dead clinically Is to stop all function physically You will understand eventually I am still the same coincidentally It takes finding yourself Less worrying about wealth More stress on better health Genuine love of stealth It takes adaptation To experiences and people Motivation To move on It takes confidence To be a birthed again here To have the outside mold you Into who you’re meant to be I am an angel Trapped inside A human being Because I have died And came back to life Therefore, I have lived. Real eyes, realize, real ties In this world of real lies. A true hero is one who can save oneself.