Lifes Become Tough Poem by Brendan Whitman

Life's become so hard
its like taking a bullet to the chest
its a backwards world and
I pray for death with ever minute I have left
this Teflon vest useless
when I press the tool up to my head
feel it click, and fill my thoughts full of lead
multiple shots of jack chased by bourbon
I'm left a drunken mess
maybe a few more shots is what I need
more whiskey to relieve the stress
I drink away my problems
and any other feelings that I possess
I'm obsessed, and I admit
my feelings have been oppressed
I cant swallow the truth, my feelings I just cant digest
theirs so much hate inside of me,
I'd be lying if I said I'm making progress
my mental stability rests on me breaking away
from these feelings of self arrest
but Ive kept god close to me over these past few years
and Ive been thankful that I am blessed
Ive kept God near my heart with this chain across my chest
and even in my darkest hour
while I cry over things that I have shed
he wipes me dry and reply's
Ive listened to everything you've said
and I know it hurts now but pain is striped away in death
no more haunting memories of that night
no more bloodshot eyes filled with tears of red
no more doubting god, you'll be forever in his debt
he put me back together with out a needle or a thread
and read me like a book, not a page left unread