Fighter

I am no good. Often left with the feeling of worthlessness. How dare I give up my once sought dreams, my desires, my happiness. And now, in the shadows of the darkness, where the sun no longer shines, here I am. Desperate for answers I cannot seem to find. Longing for a way to get over this mess of me. Will I ever see the shore? Land upon it? I've been riding these waves for so long now, drowning as I sail further and further away. But who am I to say. If ever I reach land, I'll just end up in another hole. One that no matter how shallow or easy to get out of, I'll just slip right back into. Why I try so many times over to make things right, I will never know. That's all my life seems to be is trying. It never just is. But that's the hero in me. Fighting just for the slightest hope that one day, maybe, i'll see that light we're all told there is. Even if its just a glimpse. Then, maybe, I'll know all this fighting is worth it.