Soiled if I Go

Life is good.

It's coming back to me

Vividly, like I painted a picture

Down this barren road I go

Tough, but never the victor

The haze can mask what courage can't 

Life's a b***h I want to quit her

Will it be soiled if I go?

The answer couldn't come quicker

Reviews

[Mark]

Depression can be a bear, but at nineteen, you can absorb a lot. Don't take anything too seriously, as it'll be 180 degrees different five years from now!
It took me two reads to catch it, but I see you are striving toward rhyme with picture, victor, quit her and quicker. A noteworthy try! All that puzzles me is, WHAT is the "it" that may be soiled? The picture? The road?