Aplogies

I am no warrior.
I am no Poet.

I am weak.
I am empty.

I try not to give up.
Each day gets harder.

Goddamnit

Waking up means feeling empty yet again.
There's only so much that I can distract myself with each day.
Eventually that shit still appears.
Fuck this.

Remember me.

Can I be the only hope for you?
Because you're the only hope for me.
And If we can't find where we belong.
We'll have to make it on our own.