I can relate. Does it ever end? The struggle with life. Depression, feeling worthless, like I am going nowhere. I am tired of sounding poetic, of saying things like keep your head up. There is nobody to validate my pain. When the fuck is my messiah coming for me, for us. We battle and battle with our damaged selves. I say fuck it, and throw myself into things that leave little room for emotion. The iron I lift every day doesn't lie to me, hurt me.
I am the warrior.