Martyr

A martyr..

A stepping stone for something greater.

A way that I create smiles,

And bottle up hopelessness.

It becomes cold, and anguishing,

But still I carry on.

Through cold, wind, and storm,

All of these fantastic people,

Will forever lead fantastic lives..

And I was able to help.

Shouldn’t I be happy?

..Or maybe..something else is turning to stone.