The stars fade and the moon sets in darkness.
Yet another long night comes to a close.
The comfort of dreams end and fade away.
Another day is approaching from the east.
Another war to wade through is beginning.
Another onslaught of pain and disgust is coming.
But I must survive, they say, I must fight.
Only the weak may give up on this battle.
Only the weak can give up and walk away.
They say I am not weak, I must be strong.
They say, but why? What is the reason?
Why bother in something so pointless?
I am not perfect enough to be with them.
I am not good enough to be close to them.

I am nothing.
I want to die now.
Why won’t they let me die?