Yes I'm a warrior and I'll fight for us all. But I'm also this a thing I don't understand, a broken thing. Some days I am strong for the fight. But not today. Today I'm a broken thing, limp, not knowing how to move my body. I yelled at the forks and I cursed the sunlight. I was *****y at a business meeting. I don't know who I am. But I know I don't want to be here. Thinking about tomorrow makes me panic. There's no hope thinking about tomorrow, so I hide, I go limp. Another day... no thanks? Wishing not to feel anymore. I want pain killers, but hate how they make me itch. I want to scream but hate how it hurts my throat. Court with my son in 2 hours, I have no clean clothes to wear. I hate going there, sitting waiting for 4-5 hours, our name is always last alphabetically. I hate this **** I hate my life. But I'll be back later.