I live in the shadow of my own mistakes. Every time I lay my head down, something inside me bleeds. The steps I took in a moment of emotion have followed me for years.
I always thought I was a warrior. But now I wonder—did I ever truly swing this sword?
The blows on my armor aren’t from my enemies — I delivered them all myself.
I feel like I’m decaying. I’ve become the person I was afraid to be.
And as much as I want to go back… some paths only lead one way.
