Each night is a fight.

Some nights are worse than others. 

Some nights I'm unrecognisable, each blow lands with enough force to convince me I am worthless. On these nights it seems easier to cower and pick a method, its not like there is much value to add. 

These are the nights I know I have to fight the hardest, these are the nights I know I must remind myself that I am here.

I must remember that all things have their own divine timing, my demise included.  

I must remember that things that are forced are not mine, my demise included.  

I must remember that in the body, cells perish once their job is complete.

I live and die with each breath.

Some nights leave me black and blue, some nights the recoil leave you bruised.  

I die most nights and each morning so far I am resurrected. 

I guess someone must want me around.