I will survive


The life inside my sole
Has died and turned cold.
Instead of a warm beating heart,
I have this lifeless crumbled rock.
Instead of a  life of laughter and happiness,
I have this cold endless depression.
Instead of thoughts of love,
I have this  cold empty place 
Where there is only disaster
And suicidal thoughts.
But I will survive.
I always have. 
I put my faith in the lord,
My savior.
I will survive,
If only to die fighting.

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