My fist are my soul, and fighting is my life.
To open my hands is to let go, to close them is to show my strife.
To block is never backing down, to step forward Iis to never fall.
But when I punch, I introduce you to how hard my life is.

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost.

If I had to change something about myself,

Im going to say nothing, Im the produce of my parents, changing something would be changing a bit of them in me, which I wouldnt do, you get what your given. do with it as you can :)

A man's ability to have feelings-
free thoughts is beautiful.
Outstandingly useful to deal with
life's cruel realities. But a real man
never forgets the use of his heart
to comfort and understand.

I ask myself; Do i deserve this?
I guess so.. Because why would someone hurt me like this for fun..

I ask myself; Do i deserve this?
I guess so.. Because why would someone hurt me like this for fun..

My words are but stars that I cannot fathom into constellations

I am me. Myself. The only person who can be me IS myself. I wouldn't have it any other way,because no-one can ever be that.Only I can. -Myself

I was born screaming my lungs out and I plan to live my life and die doing exactly the same.

I will continue writing until someone else writes the poem I've been looking for.