Choosing My Battle

We all choose our battles you said, In all of them you lose or gain with dread When there is nothing to fight for, I stopped. There is nothing left in my core. I dived out of an airplane Like in a dream AND a nightmare. With no parachute or a safety net All I could feel was that cold sweat. With my plain hold that this chaos is true, I gave up on my religion for you. I lost myself, I lost "my dew" I fought with my whole, should I rue? Just like you, With dread, I choose to lose in this battle too.