Don’t fight it…
The voice inside of me tells me calmly… I hear my sword fall with a clang... but another voice inside of me is awakened…
Lower your sword, but do not abandon it, for you will need it again in time…
I don’t listen at first, but it comes back when I see her in sorrow… The one i actually trust. Though we hadnt talked for more than a week, her kind and soft words flowed through me… And now those once soft words are those of pain, and for her i do not abandon my sword. For her, I will not be hurt again. Though we share not love, she is close to my heart… Lord, send a thousand spears through my eyes before i see her in such sorrow…
I pick up my sword, willing to let the feeling come to me… But this time, it won’t control me. I control it, and should it betray me, i won’t hesitate to crush it.

For the life of me, I won’t let my feelings cause others sorrow and despair. After all, I am too selfless not to care…