Game of Death

my mind is at it again.

Life is like a game. Theres levels, starting with level 1.

 You are born into a family, happy or sad, it doesn’t really matter just yet because you’re at level 1. One may think of level 1 as some sort of tutorial. Learning life. follow the lead and you’ll be just fine, until you get to level 2.  You’re going into middle school now. You no longer get step by step instructions on how to live each day. The games starting to get pretty tough. Many of my friend have found a cheat. What they do is take a knife and slit their wrist, and boom they’ve won the game. but the rest of us, have to keep playing. We aren’t smart enough or lucky enough just yet to complete our missions. So we live each day and pass each obstacle. Level 2 is pretty tough but its no match to level 3. 

Now its getting serious. A couple more people have found a cheat. Some popped pills and some used rope. just another part of the game. The games really tough and after my first heart break, I feel like i can’t do it anymore. I need this cheat. I need to finish the game. I feel the victory at the tips of my fingertips but, I am not a cheater. I will earn this. I live on and continue the struggle through level 3. You know what really sucks? Having everyone ask you about your future, like you have any f*****g clue. I don’t care about the future i only care about the end. Why take life so seriously when were all in this just to beat this stupid game. Bringing you to level 4. 

The real s**t. This is the level where objects are thrown at you from all directions and you only have one shot. You can’t mess this up. You can’t lose now after you’ve come so far. I keep thinking it will get better, eventually it will. It HAS to. But each level gets worse than before. Now were on our own. Alone. In our own place. Quiet. This is life. This is as good as it gets. The game has taken over me. I am now a robot taking part in each mission. I found help. Some may call it love but in the game its just an extra life. Now when i break down desperately looking for a way out, when i just need to beat this game, he will pick me up, and you know its all good while it lasts because in level 5 the game will strip me. 

Strip me from money, strip me from beauty, and finally my extra life was used. Because you know in our economy teachers are getting laid off here and there and i guess my qualifications just don’t meet the standards. This game is a joke. Wrinkles dragging my face to the ground. My brown hair is no longer a color to be desired. I need an upgrade but can’t seem to find enough money. And just when the game took everything away it took away my extra life. I didnt use my extra life, it was simply taken. Because this game called life only rewards those who suffer. and while my love lasted 4 years with cancer, draining my bank account, he still won. Im left here picking up the pieces and watching over the kids he no longer can. He’s free. He’s out of the game and I’m the only one left, bringing me to level 6.

 The kids have gone off to their own personal level 4’s and i stay back sympathizing the path that awakes in their future. Level 6 is a drag. We’re near the end of the game. You can see the finish line but the game won’t let you finish. it will make you wait. wait for nothing. wait and watch the game play on as life rots around you. because without money, and without beauty, and without love you’re left with just one hope, death. The end is so close yet so far away. Level 7. 

You’re almost there. You’ have been laying on this hospital bed for months on end, waiting.You see you’re family gather around you waiting to “celebrate” your victory. You lay there thinking and when you look back at your game, you realize you wouldn’t play it any other way. You close your eyes and pray for everyone else still in the game.