Helpless

I abhor them, these delicate hands. A painful reminder of just how good for nothing I am. Used to being a princess, now I'm just someone homeless. I wander in fruitless searches, wondering in a trance, I stay still as always. How long has it been? I still can't find the right way. Oh how useless I'm am! What right do I have to keep on breathing? I feel sorry,perhaps I was born aimless. With no loss and no success, I'm just a pile of waste. Where's my conscience? maybe devoured by a devil, torn into bits and pieces. A heavy heart filled with guilt, yet it brings no change , for I still brew new regrets this very constant phase. A coward like me, only wishing for peace, where's the pre requisite spirit of war? No wonder I always just retreat. I wish to tear myself apart. Perhaps then only will I be reborn as a warrior queen. Perhaps then,atleast,I...