I thought I could keep fighting, I thought I could keep fighting tooth and nail. I can not fight anymore, for fear that I will die in this battle. I will lose my mind. My body, after being desecrated, will decompose. I will be forgotten. We will all be forgotten. If you had shown me a reason, a reason to keep walking, I would have walked home to you. I would have fought my way through, trudged through the death and despair. There is nothing to fight for anymore, there is no fight left inside of me.

(this is old, and completely irrelevant to how I feel in comparison to my previous posts. I just love this and was proud that I wrote it.)