Don't Call Me A Loser

Got me feeling like a loser. A user; don't know how to choose a.... Practical choice. I lack the tactical voice. Now I'm stuck paying the magical invoice? I should've listened to myself a long time ago. I already knew how the words were gonna flow. People using me, abusing me, mentally seducing me. Financially draining me, tactically reducing me. Strategic manipulation, slowly reproducing me. Exhausting my endurance then finally excusing me. Blaming my existence is clashing their style. Dismissing my assistance in running thousands of miles. Treated like a total human garbage disposal. I take a deep breath; seek a moment of quiet reposal. Life tries to challenge me, throw me off hinge. Nerves got me off balance, I react in a cringe. Wish I was more callous to fight this sugar binge. This cookie looks so phallous, creating more yeast in my minge. I seek a new path, leave the past in the past. The feels may be slow but I heal pretty fast. Learned how to hustle at such a young age. Worked 100s of jobs at minimum wage. Live paycheck to paycheck, barely nothing to save. Still counting my blessings, when some are depraved. I'm not the loser, the boozer, the whore that I'm accused of. I'm not the snoozer, the misuser, I refuse to lose the ... All powerful love gifted by God from above. Jesus will save, just follow the doves. 🕊️🕊️🕊️ 🩷🙏🏻🙏🏻🩷 Each morning I wake up, I thank God I'm still here. Each time I'm forgiven I'm shocked I lived another year. Pray for you all as I shed a grateful tear. Remember his love, now I'll end it right here.