I'm fighting,
Fighting for something,
Underneath a black moon,
Uneventful and lost.
I scream.
For a name, a face to hold myself by.
But my arms resist,
falling to the floor.
Unsuccessful scars,
reminders of what I never wanted to do, to be.
I fight for something,
something I can stand upon,
and say, "I don't care if you don't show yourself to me."
I scream.
Inside my head,
I'm dead, ripping myself apart.
My heart only beats for the dreams that I made.
I scream,
"**** you."
"**** me."
"**** life."