Denied.

 I've fucked up my life.
That was my conclusion then,
It's my conclusion now.
Had days where I was stoned off my ass,
Or popping those damned fucking pills.
But I always had that haunting thought linger.
I was damaged goods,
And I didn't want saving.
Felt like a discarded, broken shell,
Thrown back into the wonders of the black sea.
Yet I wanted to save,
To fight for things they cherished.
I longed for the suit; The armor.
I was ready to serve and protect.