Accepting Defeat is like Swallowing Nails

I’m to the point where it stings. It annoys my very core the amount of shit I must swallow because I can only back what is right rather what is selfish, even positively so.

I hate the reality I must succumb to, but I know it would make a difference. I know I could use it to my advantage.

The debt with me can never be repaid.

Between the pen & the paper, I am the only thing that’s bleeding.

Stress is probably why I can’t find the words to speak about the shit that spiritually doesn’t align yet seems to be a theme across the sky.

I find no solace in fighting a one-man battle with the “if it’s happens” vs “what’s actually happening.”

I take on too many things.

Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

I don’t care if you’re 8 or 80, you disrespect me & I won’t hold my tongue.

Caring for you as an “elder” is a disservice to me when your intent for me is evil.