The inner workings of a troubled mind.

Wishing for a better moments

Thankful for what I have. It may not be much, but it's mine I know.
Learned the hard way that you can't count on anyone but yourself so,
It's been a long journey and I have a long long way to go.
A path I walk alone, a lonely road, so I take it slow.

Fighting my entire life. for what? I still don't know.
Happy day gone sour, like a strawberry without the sweet.
So I walk this path alone, real slow, dragging my feet.
Thankful for what I have. It's mine; this much I know.
This path I walk is lonely when I don't know where to go.

Just putting my thought out there. Don't know if I'm breaking any rules of poetry.
I don't know all of them yet.  Maybe I'll fix it up, maybe not. Just had to write it down.