Heartbreak doesn’t begin to describe the infliction of pain.
Meant for nothing no matter how much hope there is.
After all, lessons not learned as the past repeats all knowing blood trumps tasteless water.
Against my will the fight for survival begins, that’s all I have left.
Better to shut all out than to feel this agony another second.
Breathing once again pains as air turns into acid.
Not cared for by those given everything, means nothing.
And I am nothing.