The wind against meEach life that passes byGives me another chance to dieThere are so many opportunitiesTo turn off this switchGive up on everything, close our eyesAnd rot away with a kiss to dirt found six feet underBut I push onAnd when the negatives build upI try to erase them, than let the burden drag me downSometimes I must let go of things I loveOr befriend some I hateBut life is a struggle and I m not giving upOr letting anyone give up on meI strive to liveI wont let my lungs collapse in a pool of problemsThough I am tied to an anchor crafted by blackened heartsI can break freeWhen will I be alone on the horizon?With no one pursuing me with knives aimed at my back