Maybe it is my fate,
I do not know,
But life as I know it, is going to be tight.
I have been battling disbelief inside myself.
It could be others' words or my own.
Either way, I might kill myself. I already did with a part of me.
As I wage a war of one,
My armaments can't fail me now.
It is now or never.
My word against there's.
I am bleeding in my heart.
Do I know what is happening?
No. I don't.
Who owns me? I ask. My doubts have got the better of me. Wars of anger were never won. But nor were wars of doubt.