At War With Yourself
Left alone fighting a war within my head, I remember the days I spent in bed, I remember the emptiness, how I hoped someone would rescue me and at times I wished myself dead. Oh when will the feelings end?
"Carry on soldier" "on your feet, you need to fight" "you have to push forward"
That's what they said but what they didn't understand was that the war was within my head.. blinded by sorrow, unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel with no hope for tomorrow.
It was a civil war but there was nothing civil about it, I subjected myself to torture both physically and psychologically.
It was only when I saw myself surrendered and battered, that I saw I was fighting my ally.. fooled by my foes into self annihilation.. then I picked up myself, bandaged my wounds before the true war began the war to take back control, change how I look at myself and the World.
"Carry on soldier" "on your feet, you need to fight" "you have to push forward"
That's what they said but what they didn't understand was that the war was within my head.. blinded by sorrow, unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel with no hope for tomorrow.
It was a civil war but there was nothing civil about it, I subjected myself to torture both physically and psychologically.
It was only when I saw myself surrendered and battered, that I saw I was fighting my ally.. fooled by my foes into self annihilation.. then I picked up myself, bandaged my wounds before the true war began the war to take back control, change how I look at myself and the World.
26-30, M
