I was stronger,
A real man.
A better person.
I’m a waist of space but,
At the very least
I’m not who I was 5 years ago.
I wish I didnt dwell on the fucking past,
And worry about the ever approaching future.
Wishing doesn’t get you anywhere though.
So I better get to work.
Turn a wish to a reality.
Before that wish remains a wish with my fatality.