Lost

My hollow, empty eyes scream more to the world than my voice ever can. My only goal in life was only ever to survive the day; on tougher days, I willed myself to survive hours, minutes, and moments. I have been unjustly dealt one of the toughest hands in life. I have lived a loveless life- and no knight can save me. I have been battered by wind and rain and my father's fists. And those famous last words- at least it can't get any worse? The phrase has passed my lips one time too many, uttered out of the shred of hope that had remained. Now look into my lost eyes and see my demons. I have given up fighting for my worthless self. I have lost hope. Life has not been fair to me, why should I play by the rules of her game? I should just let myself fly with a more permanent destination- to my game over in this rigged, worthless scheme.