With Closed Fist's

So no one loves me; Not as a husband, or a lover or even as a Son Some claim to love me in the name of humanity; But God help me I can’t carry that to my room at night Alone in the night; and looking inside; Waiting to see if the bleeding has stopped But it hasn’t; and even if it should; I may never be whole again. Perhaps I am but a supposition; presented; As an inevitable example of how; Man will crumble under the weight of sorrows; And once again proving that humanity is unworthy? So yes I am hurt and not the opponent I once was; And yes my end may be near; But know this; you who play with my life as if it were an experiment; I pray the strength to go down in your face; defending my right to live in peace