Mourning Frowns – Don’t Know How To Quit, Day 1

Good Mornings are foreign to me,
As I rather have a good day instead of continously mourning,
What I could’ve been.
Because,
God placed me here for a reason I shouldn’t miss,
As I hit another joint knowing every glaring risk.
I guess,
It’s the effect of a near-death moment,
Where you’re all alone in,
A glass house shattering on top of you.
Shards of glass stabbing through each bit of hope to escape from such a somber view of life…
Reawakening to a smile regardless of the price,
I had to pay to find…
Who I truly am in the inside…