It's a life almost worth fighting for.

I'm a boy.
I once lived a life i loved more than most could say. What now? I'm not sure...
...Not sure im really even living anymore. I feel pain. That might be a sign that I'm alive..but am i really living? It's both physical and mental. The mental is forced on me. The physical is something of my creation.


I feel life's bow being strung across the strings of my mind and thought,
an ungiving feeling of remorse and rejection.
Hate from days past still hangs deep in the empty pit of my stomach,
unwilling to save myself let alone the will of society to keep going,
to keep... living, passing me by like a lost word in the air above one's daydream.