There is a war

Deep down inside

Two sides, two enemies

Which one wins

Who has the most fight, most weapons

The other one falls, too many have been wounded

I can try and keep these emotions down

I can suppress them with positive thinking, medicine and tears

But the thoughts I can’t keep down, can’t tell them to shut up  

I cant fight this anymore its eating away at me slowly

My insides are numb, raw

My throat is dry, hoarse, and raspy

Its what I wanted to do

I stuck through it

To get that piece of paper

To say I did something

But everyday it’s like going to my death

I want to wear black and let my head hang down 

A place where I have to fake a smile

A place where we force happiness

A place we all hate to be

A place where we are afraid

yelled at, belittled, called stupid and useless

I don’t like this; I don’t want to do this

anymore.