Despair.
Plain that.
It's weird how the heart is crying all the time, 24-7, yet the eyes are dry.
I've the most challenging life led ever, in my context.
So challenging, even a fighter like me wants to call it quits multiple times.
What can I do if I can't?
Then I fight.
I fight and fight somemore.
And I fight until I'm drenched in scars, wounds and blood.
And I continue.
Quite lame I must say.
There must be a way out of this hell hole.
I knew it yet I can't help feeling despair.
Because I know now, that if the other doesn't wanna do nothing, then everything I do would come to naught.
So much for being the first to take action.
Lame.
To the max.