Am I wasting my time?

Or fighting a battle I can’t win?

I’ve always been a warrior to people,

Never have I had my own warrior.

I’m weak too.

Pushing on, putting the effort and hurting the most.

Broken so many times, no one noticed. My pieces laid shattered on the cold floor.

I wouldn’t hate them. No.

I’d hate myself. I…cared.

My closed mouth and opened heart.

For a world… where you die for everyone but Die on your own.