I lost.
Its over.
What happened?
I swore I'd fight forever.
Was I exaggerating...
Or was the challenge too hard?
They say fight for what you love
But, they also say...
When you love something...
Set it free.
Should I...
Can I?
I cant win!
Why try! ? !
Try, try, try again!
Even if they understand you,
Even if there just like you...
Love is weird.
I lost the battle...
Do I lose the war?
All these cuts...
All these bruises...
All of this agony...
For you!
I am not a bug you can step on
Not a mountain to climb.
Look at me...
See me...
Care for me.
I'm not a piece of trash.
I am not a man with feelings.
Not a piece...of trash.
I put my armor on...
Pick up my head...
Wipe my tears away,
And look to the future.
I know who I am...
I know what I want,
And I still have a chance... At that special prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem