Good Words

Warrior
That's a good word for me
Fighting for those I care about
But what do I do
When those I care about
Are killing me?

Flower
That's a good word for me
An object of beauty
In a world of darkness
But I'm just an object
And these petals are growing heavy

Angel
That's a good word for me
A guardian
A savior
A sacrificial pawn

My brilliant wings
Long since broken
Long since rotted away
So why do I keep flying?
Why should I keep flying?

Please tell me

Myself for everyone
But no one for me
Where is my flower?
My warrior?
My angel?

Why should I keep fighting?

Toy
That's a good word for me
A thing for bringing happiness
But discarded when broken
No one cares how the toy feels

Hollow
That's a good word for me
My armor sturdy and unbroken
But it's just a shell
With ashes inside

How do I scream
Without a voice of my own?
How do I cry
With no tears left in my heart?
How do I live
When my soul would shatter
But for the shell that surrounds it?

Please tell me

My life is not for me
I belong to everyone
Why should I keep fighting
When the peace I bring to them
Can never be for me?

If this fight were to kill me
Would they even care I'm gone?
I know they would mourn me
But would even one miss me?

Tell me

I can barely lift my wings
And my petals weigh me down
My armor is soaked with blood
My blood
It pools inside
Where no one can see

So why should I keep fighting?

Tired
That's a good word
So very tired...