this world of mine?

Why must their be pain? Why must their be terror in our souls? We all do stupid things, but I, but I, am the foolish one. Trying my damnedest to reconsider my life construction. Where to begin and where shall I start? Prescription med's work no longer,as i grow stronger. Women, money, cold, pain. Why, where and when,.....does it all end? Apparently it doesn't matter how many times you get knocked down but how many times you get up that counts ? Is this true? I have gotten up so many times my legs are tired...depressing b*stard, i know, i need to let it out some how though. help me, help me,,,,yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Disgusting times past, present and future. thank you writing.com!
JD