When looking back on my battles to see
If it be
Lost or won,
Like hurting the people around me
Is something I call fun.
As I look at all the dead souls
My anger tried to take,
Feeling sick to my stomach
And just a tad bit late.
Unusually realistic, to say the battles
Lost,
Knowing that my demons come with much too high a cost.
No battle's ever won my friend, they all just end in pain.
Every growing conflict within this
Respectable brain.
