Because nothing will come out of this, i've decided to stop hoping. Why fight a losing battle? There's no pride, no glory in this war. Only death and heartache. And the gnawing repercussions that devours you to skin and bones but that's when you realise that you are just a shell. 

Sure there might be birth again. A regeneration of cells; bright, young and fast. Life awakes from a slumber, but it loses its momentum. A sea of wild flowers. Quickening pulses, rush of blood, giddy sensations... After a few shots of alcohol, you say, but they don't sell em in school you argue before sinking into a drunken stupor. 

Rubbish. Should sleep (: