So I struggle everyday.
Caught in a fight between my heart and mind,
Tranquility impossible to find.
The war rages on my mind birthing its evil spawn.
My heart building walls.
The walls are high, the light dies, my heart is left in a barren wasteland, vultures circling around, there’s death to be found.
All it wants is protection from the hell forming but in this fight it lost its flight.
Withering away in the flames.
The shadows they laugh and scratch along the walls they feed off my fears and revels in my tears.
In the cold I hide, in the emptiness I confide.
I tell them all the horror in my soul and they judge me for it.
Blood stained red on the bed, the demons are fed, not even that sets me free.
I try to bring the good in but the bad always cheats and get another part of me.
How can I fight when all my body wants to do is surrender?
Sink in the river, my soul blown away by the wind.
How much does it mean to live?
How much will I give?
How hard am I willing to fight for everything that is right?
How long will I resist?
Tired of trying.
Tired of lying.
Most of all,
I’m tired of the endless dying.