this is war
everything we encounter, everything we touch.
the world. so many sides, so much worth.
holding nothing but secrets and wonders
but we will never explore it all.
so vast and beautiful,
our minds, they **** us.
what's telling me how I feel?
who's putting thoughts in my head?
I don't think I know who I am
or where I came from
what im doing-
my intentions.
no guidance or help.
none since day one.
and I have no direction.
what doesn't **** you makes you stronger,
but what makes you stronger slowly dishevels your whole body
into a pit of nothingness.
You become nothing
because the one time youre supposed to be strong
you cant.
nothing can help you.
because the shots have been fired
and youre living on a battlefield.
so adapt, and get use to the cruel nature of your life.