There is war growing inside me,
it is a battle for control,
and I am terrified of losing.
My battle scars just started to fade away,
and I do not want to keep on fighting.
I am afraid,
the battle sirens have grown louder,
I do not know if I will be able to ignore it for much longer,
but fighting will only leave more scars and bruises,
and who is to say it will be the one who looses?
This on going war have become a part of who I am,
cuts after cuts after cuts!
Is this what it means to be alive?
To constantly fight for your life against your own thoughts?
...
I do not want to fight this war anymore,
I want to breathe and be free.
I want to know what it is like to not be scared,
scared that one day I might lose...
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
PoetryA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
