Life of a warrior

Hope is a rare thing nowadays, and really it's the only thing I have left, so when I don't have anymore (most days) it's hard to keep going. I want to abandon hope some days, mainly because it'd be easy to end it then. But hope is the best kind of magic, it shows up when you don't have a will to fight, it gives you a reason to keep going. Hope for me is.......beating depression and anxiety, so that I can finally be happy. As hard as life is it's not over yet...............

You know I realized something today, I'm empty. I'm empty, because everyday that goes by I'm reminded that I'm alone. I'm alone because I'm heartbroken. And finally I'm heartbroken because everyone breaks my heart at some point.

I can't sleep at night, try as I might it never comes. My thoughts race, as my body aches. I cry all night but nobody cares, I'm a disgrace to my family, to broken to work. I have the soul of an artist in a world consumed by greed. I can't earn money so I'm worthless, I can't lift heavy things so I'm helpless. I cry out for help yet like this blog it's unnoticed. My father's rage and disgust towards me rises to the surface almost every conversation I have with him, he plays it off as a joke, but his words are daggers. Everyday I wanna die more. I'm scared......