Though his eyes may sometimes look broken,

His soul is far stonger than anything you have ever seen.

He's a battle torn Rabbit, covered in scars.

But they remind him of the world of the hell that tried to break him.

Though you may see tears run down his face, if you look close enough,

You'll see the determination in his soul to keep on fighting.

Those demons may run freely in his mind these days,

Quietly he endures & suffers the pain, Surviving in silence.

He never knew how strong he was, until strength was the only thing that kept him alive.

He was bound to spend his life alone, fighting off enemies including himself.