Dear loser,
How did you lose?
Such a battle it was
I saw you rise
And then fall before society's tolls
My loser
How did you fall?
Were you a fallen angel of love
And romance pierced through your lung?
Or were you an outcasted warrior
Feared by all
But were you treated like a person at all?
Do you trace your cuts and scars when night falls?
Do cover your open wounds when the sky falls?
Do you even love yourself for who you are?
Not the burdens that you hold like holy fruit baskets above your head
Do you even sleep in your bed?
Or do you weep as you wished you were dead
Oh my dear loser,
Yes you have lost a battle or two
But don't let the brainless soldiers conjour you with there pestering opinions
Don't let them see you with a straight face
Let them see you weep
Sob
And cry
Like how you scream at the moon at night
Let them see your tired eyes
Let them see your loose wrists
Let them see your bruises
Let them see the pain you endure on a daily basis
And I ensure you
I know it won't seem as if you have won a battle
But your loses will eventually prepare you for tyranny of warfare and absent love
So my dear Loser
Don't give up
