C cigarettes hold my breathe hostage, never allowing me to feel in control of my lungs.
A alcohol pulls me to it’s bottle, winning the evil temptation, with every sip.
G girls, naked and smashed, lit and loose. The distractions of beautiful breasts and poooor choices, fill my nights.
E emptiness that terrifies me, from my own denial and irresponsible mistakes.
D death, what feels like the only decision. Depression set in and purpose looses all control.
Life is a series of choices.
The ones you choose will write your legacy.
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza