Sunday, July 7, 2013


There's a war happening inside my head. It is as loud as my silence in the real world. There have been countless numbers of casualties. My enemies and allies lay motionless, unidentifiable lumps of lifeless bodies.

Explosions keep me awake at night. There are battle cries playing in my head, so loud that it's like they're being whispered in my ear. There are wounds my eyes don't see, but the pain is too real for my heart not to feel.

There's chaos everywhere from the words fired, each one a bullet raging to pierce my rib. I'm torn apart, left to bleed to death on the cold, hard ground. The air I desperately need smells of grief and despair. I tell myself I can do this, I will get through this, but the better, smarter part of me knows that I might not. 

There's a war happening inside my head. I don't know if I'm strong enough to last through the night.