No Hope

Some may say theres always hope, but I believe theirs not,
some people are just the type that things work out for,
I am not, take it easy Breathe real slow these things I do so I have fought,
A fight I wrestle juke, and dive, left hook ,right hook, bam the hits me. more.

I whine to friends who listen with patience, and some that really care,
I hate myself the wimp I have become, is this who I really have become,
i wish that life would take a change but I am afraid that this is my cross to bear,
many times I think I got it, the answer to it all, all I have to do is figure out a way to run.

To run from problems is my vice,
the results are rarely nice,
but now I know my issues/trauma they really are concise.
admittance is my penance, Ill pay for this one twice