I'm tired
and torn, and weary
I'm emotionally drained
I'm fighting but constantly losing.

I'm exhausted,
from the inside; in the heart
where all the veins only have scars.

I'm a hopeless romantic,
I'm an aspiring poet, a classical-
music addict. I'm the one drop of rain
in the middle of August, I'm that one player
who lost this game.