Something i found along the way

on my own since the age of fifteen  
there's not much I haven't seen  
the beauty and the horror  
and that's why I feel the need to open this door  
 
I want to tell the world that,  
a  
minute  
a  
second  
a  
day  
or  
a  
week  
or  
a  
year  
does not define you  
so please give ear  
 
empty and searching for something real  
it seemed everywhere I went I was given a raw deal  
at times i was so low  
I wanted to let go  
 
sleeping on the streets  
nothing to eat  
desperately wanting to go home  
I couldn't, I just roamed  
 
the things that happened and things that almost did  
I was a lost fucked up kid  
people taking advantage whenever they could  
and doing whatever they would  
 
stabbed, raped left for dead  
my whole world filled with dread  
but somehow, someway  
fifteen years later I'm here still today  
 
even now i go thru so much shit  
seems like every week i take a hit  
I've loved and lost  
payed the ultimate cost  
 
yet I smile  
all the while  
remembering  
a  
minute  
a  
second  
a  
day  
or  
a  
week  
or  
a  
year  
does not define me  
 
or you  
there are days when I'm blue  
its okay, it means I'm human it means I'm real  
its means the scar tissue didn't make me numb i can still feel  
 
leave the past where it belongs  
stop and listen to the birds sing there song  
yes,life sucks here and there  
but I'm already prepared  
 
because,  
a  
minute  
a  
second  
a  
day  
or  
a  
week  
or  
a  
year  
does not define me  
or  
you  
yes, its true........