Excuses and Bruises

This is where the story starts...

Fallen down on cold concrete
Bloody knees and feeling beat
Found some sort of confidence
Pushing myself ‘till I’m spent
Too proud to let the tears flow
Too cold to let the hate go
Somehow found myself unglued
Broken by the methods used
Drinking pity for the bruises
Drowning in my excuses

Came to live on feeble lies
Brushing away good advice
Better to be a victim
Acting on whatever whim
No matter what the cost be
For the blame was not on me
However hard I would fall
You were scapegoat through it all
Reputation ripped apart
Sealed by my bleeding heart

Took me long enough to see
That I was abusing me
I needed reasons to whine
Couldn’t be okay with “fine”
When you get bucked off the horse
You climb on again, of course
At last, got back on my feet
Tired of lying in the street
Picked the pebbles from my wounds…

I’ll be breathing again soon.