The Good Fight

I’m tired

I continue to sacrifice sleep

And the tired is getting to me

Getting tired of being mature

Of being conscious

Of being awake

It’s tiring to focus on my own growth

To focus on the development of my character

Especially, when I’m just too tired

But we do it, right

We continue the trudge

The good fight

Because life without a fight

Is just dead and we aren’t dead

So fight

And keep fighting

-Saschia

Nothing but Human

Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in

Heart so full I forgot about myself

Mind so conflicted nothing mattered

I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality

The mortal in me forgotten

Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted

That’s when I lost respect for your rules

That’s when I gained respect for myself

A far fall a slow rise

-Saschia