I don't know about "precious," but I'm definitely going with “fragile.”

I am handling what I can, but I'm not feeling special

where my mind's flashlight's batteries are dead.

My God, I'm afraid of myself and NONE of you!

I fear having something in common with those Duracells.

Where's the Energizer Bunny, when you need him?

I sit here sharing with you my darker hours, but while I know

there are some out there that care very deeply about what happens to me:

I struggle to match how you feel about me.

When will I love me as much as you do, as you seem to believe that I'll pull through?

An angel with Golden Wings and another that shall be fitted for them when it's his time:

they know what I'm going through. Yet I feel I make the mortal one suffer,

while he hears of all of mine overnight and over at his house.

There's only so much pain he can take from me; try as he may do.

The Creator has plans for me, which is the only reason that I think I'm still drawing breath & strength.

God understands there is a greater void felt by the greater Good, and He thinks I can see them

through their despair and resurrect the Code for their Future.

I pray it is you I can trust. I hope you have enough Faith for the both of us.

My heart is broken, but I refuse to turn yours asunder. I hope you withstand me, somehow...

Because I am damaged goods. I have had my Spirit broken.

I tried to manage, but no saving words were spoken.

I've been reduced to something so little; I must wonder what I have left to give.