The End.

It all ends here. The war, the hate, it ends, here now! No more. No more fighting for survival. No more hurting. No more sadness and tears. It ends here. Good bye. I shall walk away knowing that I tried. Tired to be what you wanted me to be never could be. Tired to be the best and failed. Tried to please and never could. I will leave with scars. Scars of battles fought . Scars that were made by piercing swords of hate. Scars of wars that were won. I will walk away. Knowing that I was pure. Pure of heart and soul. Pure to love those who hated me. Pure enough to sacrifice my will. Pure enough to survive the “genocide of the souls.”