There are certain things in life that we are grateful for.
There are certain things in life that we despise.
But the one thing that I have looked forward to every day was the fact that I had someone to love.
And I was loved by someone.
But that was taken away from me.
It seemed as if the world was pulled from underneath me.
I was back at square one.
Living the life I was granted wasn't necessarily the easiest task God has bestowed upon me.
Everyday, I walk blindly through a storm of hate and deceit.
Everyday, I search for an answer.
Everyday, I fight my way through, hoping to live to see sunlight next.
But it seemed as if the more I walked
the more I searched
the more I fought
the less I understood.
The more I was pushed back.
I was back at square one.
With the passing of each day, something dies inside of me.
It's as if I had lost my path.
I never understood the way I felt, the choices I made.
My family was never there to support me.
I was left to fend for myself.
But as the years went by, I forged a new family.
One that helped me through all the strife.
But I always found myself being pushed back.
I was back at square one.
Now, I'm here, alone.
It's as if God has been playing a game with me.
A silly, childish game.
For every time I near finish, I get pushed back.
I was always back at square one.
I don't get to pass go.
I don't get to collect $200.
I was simply back at square one.
Square one sucks.
