A serious stare behind broken eyes 
half the man I was, wounded a thousand times

Who am I now?

Life chewed me up and spat me out 
ignorant to my pleas, to my juvenile shouts
stability refreshing in the ever-shifting sands 
happiness short-lived, greying like the skin of a dying hand 

I opened old wounds with the razor of disdain 
to feel alive I had to feel my own pain 
times change, I will not be 21 forever 
my youth as beautiful, yet fragile, as that of a feather 

a hundred times heartbreak I have cherished 
when the promise of hope constantly perished 
throughout my existence my dreams have evaded me 
nightmares forging the person I'm destined to be 

for now I have lost silver, yet gained gold 
lost my job but still my heart is sold 
a weary warrior of a war within myself 
forever anticipating losing it all, 
losing love
losing wealth 

Who am I now?
What have I become?

Who is that tired man?
Where has the old one gone?