how hard are we meant to fight?

Why do we fight for those that would not do the same in return for us?

Everyday i wonder if i could have done anything differently,

I wonder if there was anything i could have done to prevent this.

Somebody once told me to have no regrets, but if we have no regrets,

we never learn anything.

I don't know where to head from here,

I don't know how we will cope like this.

It's been forever since we've been happy.

I used to sit pondering, tourturing myself if i should have fought harder.

Then i realised something.

The problem was not how hard i fought, it was why i had to fight.

Sometimes, when we truly see things from all perspectives we learn that some things in life,

just aren't worth fighting for.