Pinpricks behind my eyes
remind me I'm not this type
of warrior. I'm not the strong
or the brave. Somewhere in
time, there is a soul like mine
breaking as I abandon my
post and raise a flag to fly like
I cannot and wish I could.


I'm tired of fighting things I can't fix, tired of trying when others give up, tired of being the one to raise hopes. I feel like the last line of defense, and I must admit, I'm a really shitty last line.