Smashing My Rear View Mirror Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Tired of the same old, same old.
Oh you have the power to change it.
Tired of, oh so tired of the same old, same old.
So watch me change it.
Written in blood with all the love I have left.
Which is not much, but that's not say...
Change is always possible.
Around every corner upon even the darkest alley there's always a glitter hope.
But you have want it, you have fight for it, this is my full recovery.
Those demons that haunt you no longer exist in my life in any shape or form.
And let me just say it wasn't easy.
There was plenty of times where all I had on my mind..
Suicide.
Razor blades were my kryptonite.
A gun in mouth cock and loaded.
Praying for a quick end.
Take my pain, take my desperation, take my tears, take it all away.
Give me the ability to forget who I am.
Forget who I was, forget who I have become.
The ultimate sacrifice.
Images of a limp motionless naked body nailed to giant cross.
A debt paid, a message relayed.
A crumbling skeleton saying I wish I would have had just a little more time.
Mending broken fences.
Raising up your defenses.
Discovering what you have is too precious to waste.
No matter the reasons it is never in good taste.
Licking a stamp slapping it upon an envelope only for it never to be sent.
Reading between the lines, guess what I survived.
I am still alive.
I found that drive, found that purpose.
And I can still here the words, you still are just another snowflake.
Another number on spreadsheet, of raw statistics.
No I'm not, not even close.
My life never can never be defined by another.
No sir, Roger Wilco, over and out.
And my radio goes dead.
A perfectly planned execution of a device, that gives you the impression that I need you or your validation, your approval.
Shoes are met for walking, and off I go.
With no mirror in hand for seeing what I left behind.