My mind. What a cold, dark place that can be.

Full of monsters and demons that can never stay defeated.

This war is undefinable, yet I keep fighting. Maybe it’s the primal instinct to survive.

Maybe it’s pure stubbornness.

Maybe I have no clue.

Some times I get thrown into that cold, dark place.

Every time I wonder how I made it out again.

Every time I make it out again, some hidden part of me falls.

In this internal war, in the end I will not be the victor.

I shield the tears and hide the shame of a life hidden in such cloaked agony.

The war I face I will fight till the

bittersweet end when I finally have to fight no more.