Everyone has a potentially essential boat
on this river called life.
Only some of us,
Make it to the sea.
Some drown themselves
With antagonism and masochism.
Others are drowned;
Some as a result of bitter revenge,
Some as a result of innocent blunders.
The slect few who survive
Are generally bitter and resentful
Because of artificial strength
Forced into their character
By abusive memories.
So, what is better?
A gruesome demise
Or a merciless existence?