I didn't Die from the feelings

its a cold and bold morning

Cold because I was treated badly

Bold because I could wake up daily with courage to live

Drinking sugarless tea I could sea tears dropping

I could only feel the pain inside no one to console it

Anyway I died the death of breathing hate and pain.

stepping back to that error I was a stepson

My father was invisible and I was left in her hands

with little power to live a better happy life

I learnt to embrace the pain and the moments

It was painfully beautiful to breathe

Either way I didnt die from it

A man or a boy as you could gender me

Man up and stay up to the Agenda

I didn't waste the pain for revenge

I maximize the little happy moments 

Yeah I learnt from the pain and it made me stronger

On the way I have grown to love and accept pain.