It becomes weary to look in the mirror.  

Shattering glass into ash.

 Crying out for someone to save, seemly falling on deaf ears.

 One he hears, (Yah sent) yet I push away; afraid he would be hurt if he got to close. Its my burden to bare.

So I knuckle up alone. On this battle field. Fist blacked & blue. Spitting blood upon the concrete. Baring whips on my back. Ashamed to ask him to fight with me ; against this wanna be beast. Ravaging my soul & body. Tempted to take my life before the enemy could, trembling hand work. Mind echoing the loneliness haunted by my own voice crashing into the walls. I drop to knees, pray burning sage. Tear stain skin, palms burnt; busted lips between hips. Unspeakable. Forced to feel alone. Held upon floor, more than once; more shame, more blame placed on my self. It becomes weary to look in the mirror. I can't fight alone, defeat begins set. Then regret. I wanna keep him from harm way. Afraid of my shadow becoming a burden. I want to still ask the one heaven to fight along with me. Protect me from this wicked beast. Yet I find it hard to see that I'm worth such things.