No matter how much you’re crippling inside,
no one is going to come by your side.
The jaws of grief pain and anxiety grew tight,
leaving you with nothing or maybe fragments of light
just enough memories to haunt you again,
so you can relieve them over and over in pain,
you think your exaggerating your Demons
caught in the cycle the changing seasons.
From happy to the floor over again.
You wonder if You’re just faking the pain,
you fight your mind again and again,
even a peaceful day. Sounds like a better plan,
but somehow, even that turns exhausting
that you ended feeling almost nothing
your empty, you don’t have it in you anymore.
You realise that the story has no closing door.
Just an endless fight. You reply your head,
a quite war between the living and dead,
and somewhere inside beneath all the lore,
you realise the battle was never meant to be won- only to be endure once more.
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