I've been at war so long.At war with my world.At war with myself.I'm so tired, but I dont have quit in me.There are moments, though when the weariness..
Some how when I'm cracking you don't see me as broken.You quiet the rage and sadness in my soul.You help me see what I can't in myself.To see the part..
Everyday I hear their voices in my head.Asking for justice.Asking for vengeance.Asking why....They constantly call out my name.Some days the volume is..