Constantly fighting
With myself
Screaming and shouting
At the monstrous voices in my head
Only making them worse
Louder and louder
They become
If I stand up for myself
It's best to be quiet
As possible
Never fight the voices
Or they'll bring hell to me
Too tired to fucking fight
Against the devil herself
Which obviously is me
I'll never survive the devil's wrath
No rays of hope
Nor light
Left for me to wish for
Everything to go fucking well
Anymore I can't fucking fight
Too weak I am
For this huge ass battle
Against my fucking self
Fight or flight?
- Mel Rose
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