The Broken Soul of a Fighter

There’s a broken soul under all of this armor that keeps beating its own distorted rhythm. It’s telling me to keep fighting no matter how much it hurts, but I’m tired. I’m tired of being my own knight, my own happy ending, and being the same old broken soul. I have seen so much for what little time I have been here, and yet I keep fighting. I have a broken soul, and yet I still keep fighting. Why do I keep fighting? Why do I try to be happy anymore if the world clearly doesn’t want me to be? I’m done. I’m done fighting. I’m done trying to hide behind my armor. I’m done hiding my broken soul, and I’m done waiting for it to repair.