My life’s not the worst

Really it just takes a moment to think about it

If I had it my way I would live forever just to see it

It’s not the best life

It could be far improved

It would be nice if the best life and the worst life were a little closer together in terms of extremity

The worst being worse than you can imagine or properly process were you to hear of it

The best being some sick thing some rich person gets to experience

I assume anyways maybe it’s something quaint like a life full of love but

I sometimes feel like I shouldn’t complain but really what else are words for?

No in all seriousness I wouldn’t silence someone else living my life who says it’s not worth it

Chronic pain, mental health, and poverty all rolled into one but

I’m warm tonight in my bed with not full but has been fed today belly

Rich enough to write about it

I’d like to appreciate what I have but I also recognise it could be much improved upon

But I’m better off than some tonight and for that I am thankful

It’s not the worst night

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