I did not stop when I got hurt
I did not stop when defeated

I did not stop for a second
I never retreated

I fought with everything I had
because I knew what I fought for

I knew, not all battles
needed to be won to win the war.

So I fought and did not stop,
and finally, exhaust
the war ended
and I lost.

One can know a lot of things,
but knowing doesn’t mean a thing,
if you don’t understand.

I’m completely fine,
because when I said that I was not,

they responded with,
"You can’t be sad, just look at what you’ve got."

All they did was doubt,
they said,

"You don’t have anything to be sad about."

they said,

"Just look at all the friends you have,
and family around."

that only made me sadder;
do I need a reason to break down?

I knew of the sun,
but I never saw it in the skies.

I knew of colours,
but I never got to see them with my eyes.

I knew of the wind,
but could only dream of it upon my skin.

I knew of happiness,
but I never got to experience a grin.

I knew of living,
but I only lived through death.

But most of all I knew of pain;
that, I felt with my every breath

Do you run or do you stay?
Most people would run away.
But I don’t think that you would too
You’re not most people,
now, are you?

"After all, you’re only human,"
I’ll take that as a compliment.

A human can be anything,
if only you are competent.

It’s okay that they hurt me
because it was a joke.
They were just kidding,
when they kicked and spoke.

No.

It’s not okay to hurt someone,
not even on a joke,
because a joke is supposed to be funny,
and if that’s funny,
then I don’t want to ever laugh again.