Sanctuary [Poetry]

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trust me when i say that i've been there - sharing the same pain, the same struggle, the same hell - we all are.

and i can tell you and i know that it's not easy at all, nothing comes without a price, and nothing gets resolved without baring yourself out in the open.

there are days where i feel like the night is a neverending chaos; no sun rays, no warmth, only a void that can never be satiated no matter how much i pour in it.

there are days where i feel like a fragile paper, the pen are my nails - the cutter, the scissor - and my blood becoming the ink; those days where i feel the urge to break my bones and bruise myself until it becomes black and blue to match my own feelings.

there are those days, where i feel like the world is ending and i'm more than fine with it - knowing the end means my own, too.

and for all those days, i am fighting a battle nobody could see. it's frightening that one moment you're succeeding, and the next you probably won't.

but still, i try, and will keep trying. even if most days my head tells me to just stop.

i'll try until the pain turns into memory, the struggle turns into a story; and the hell i've been will someday be just a destination i ventured into and i'll be able to walk further away from it.