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 wit...