The "No One At All's" Fight

She couldn't help but doubt
there's a meaning to her existance?
There isn't anything left worth fighting life for;
so why does she carry on?

The violent words and the crued remarks,
are just the beginning.
Her fragile heart broke down last night,
left demolished and her mind petrified.

Her veins soon emptied, drained of all hope,
the heat with her is now frozen.
She continues to hold on to what could be,
even though she knows the future's rough.

Nothing in the world will come to hand,
without a constant fight.
That poor imperfect soul, that saddened life within
that grief filled sensitive girl,

it none other then me.
And I am no one at all.