i force a smile and hope that it hides
the chagrin of my soul.
theres a battle inside me, inside us all really. the warring factions of
the complete and the desolate.
each day, my army grows weaker. i valiantly fight them back. yet i am one. i see many battalions around me, complete in their rank and file. i haven’t one, yet am expected to fight the battle still. i’m holding the white flag, somtimes i just get tired of fighting alone..
Author’s Notes: i dunno..shitty weather, shitty feeling me, meh.
