She Was Sea

If I die..

What they will say is that I was a person of poor faith,
That I made poor choices in life,
That I lead a life of doom,
That I was hopeless, to begin with,
They might even question my upbringing,
But in the end, they will blame it all on me,
That in this world we make our own fate,
That we make our choices that define our reality,

And I failed.

Although, what they will not know or talk about is,
All the nights I wept my heart out,
All the times I stood when my knees wobbled,
All the times I stopped my tears from streaming amidst nothing,
All the times I hoped, challenged myself and got out of bed, every day,
All the times I faked it in hopes that I would make it,
All the times I argued with the voices inside my head over my insignificance,
All the times I screamed and yelled bloody murder over anyone that questioned my worth,
All the times I broke down after all the screaming knowing they were right about me,

So I failed.