crappy writing entry #11

i carry around this vessel, the marks of a warrior that i possess

i look down at my body, bruised and battered

look around the room—items messily scattered 

time passes—my ability to love eternally shattered

im helpless, defenseless, crying out for help

but noone seems to hear my countless screams.

but hey, whats one more week to endure? a short break with the cycle following afterwards

with the mess i go through every day? render me at a loss of words