everyday was a battle,
a battle that meant nothing,
nothing in the eternal war
each day fought towards a common goal
but as time passed by
each day became an individual war
fulfilled with individual battles
with the common goal of making it through
oh what was the common goal
what was i fighting for,
whatever it was, its gone
Battle one; wake up
let the nightmares start
as you open your heavy eyes
hit snooze six more times
six more times
before the demons take control
battle 2; put on your armor
something that the enemy will accept
something they would worship
but not something that would make it seem
like you're trying too hard
that would be obvious, clarity leads to defeat
battle 3; war paint
perfect straight lines
blended into one another
hiding the scars enemies gave you
more intimidating, less exhausted
elegance is key
but who were the enemies?
who am I fighting, why am I fighting?
-is there a prize for winning?
YOU ARE READING
poems I write at midnight
PoésieSuicide, anxiety, eating disorders, and self harm will all be mentioned in this so I'm placing a trigger warning on it for those who are sensitive to this material. Tales from a broken teen trying to find whats good in the world, yet tra...
