Born to suffer

Born to Suffer

Do we truly make lemonade when life throws us lemons,

Or do we choke on the bitter taste, swallowing it raw?

Why do we even use lemons as a metaphor?

Their bitterness fades too quickly,

Unlike the ache that life etches into some of us.

Perhaps, for others, life turns sweet,

Their storms clear, their skies brighten.

But me? I've been struck since the moment I understood what life could be.

Beaten down, scarred, and left to battle wars I was never meant to win.

Victory? Joy? Those are tales for another world.

I’ve only known the endless rhythm of losing,

Falling, rising, and falling again.

I’m not the hero of my story, nor the villain.

Not even a name worth remembering.

I’m just a shadow, a side character,

Tossed into a cruel narrative for someone else’s amusement.

I’ve walked on thorns, on spikes, on nails,

Barefoot bleeding, yet mercy never came.

Is this fate? Is this what destiny carved for me?

No matter how hard I fight,

Life pulls me back into the abyss,

Whispering, “This is all you deserve.”

And still, I wonder:

Is life even worth living?

Is it worth trying, hoping, dreaming?

But what if… what if one day I finally make it?

The thought terrifies me, for I know my luck,

I know this cursed existence.

That day, my triumph might mark the end.

Because I was born not for joy, not for peace.

I was born to suffer.