What makes me happy...
Are also the things that rip away pieces of my heart...
Till there's only one tiny fraction left...
Too weak to stand on its own...

Yet, somehow...it finds the strength to love again...
But for what?...

Old...battered and torn
Young...yet lifeless and withered...
Left wondering if the little happiness found in life...
Is worth all the hurt and pain that amounts to so much more...

Words fail me...in trying to describe these things that even I don't understand...
I love...yet I hate...
I breathe...though my heart beats not...
I live...yet I die...
I feel...but I am numb...

How do we remain strong...
When the onslaughts weaken us to an unbearable point...?
How do we continue to fight...
When all hope and strength is ripped from our soul?