Never Quit

So who am I but just a person who grew up around violence, who would settle for sweet silence but not familiar with it. Lost so much in life and feeling not worthy of the things I was given, so on Winter nights, ink to paper, a pen dances in silence creating thoughts into words while sipping on Brandi, 333 shots to date but on this night, for winter warmth. Feeling too old to care on how late it is, In love with words, I sit and write in a dark room with barely light, under me you will be and above all, I shall stand, my soul rebel to life, I fight it to live and promise from living never quit.