It's getting harder to fight back
And it's harder for me to breathe
I'm holding on to my own lifeline
Even though my pulse is weak
.
I've got demeaning insecurities
Voices ringing inside my head
I have my doubts and anxieties
Sometimes I wish I was dead
.
The weight is harder to lift up
My back is beginning to break
Monsters spilling over the cusp
It's more than just a simple ache
.
I've too much overconfidence
Or maybe a lack of it, I can say
I cry tears away in faithless hope
Can I even make it through the day?
.
The darkness is now suffocating
And hell is breaking utter anarchy
The doom is closer, now impending
Death seems to be my final destiny
.
But I will always keep on fighting
No matter how massive or small
Always fight on, no matter what
Whatever comes my way and falls
.
I will always keep on fighting
Because I know that life is good
I'll fight despite the hardships
For I know that I can and should
.
I will always keep on fighting
I am a fighter. I am a warrior.
Against the world and myself
I shall emerge the one winner
.
I will always keep on fighting
And I hope that you will as well
You are not alone, you know that
We'll be with you until the farewell
.
And we will always keep on fighting, see
I'll be fighting, fighting hard for you still
Always keep fighting, my dearest family
You're strong. You'll survive. I know you will.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...