There is a war between my brain and my body
My brain has no weapons but hope and love
If this was a happy story, hope and love would win
But this is not one of those stories
My body has a gun to my head
If I'm not careful, I may end up dead
My body has my brain in its hands
It has made my brain a mindless weapon
A weapon against my heart
A weapon against my soul
A weapon against me
A beautiful but delicate weapon
Its hope and love a hopeless against its pain
It hurts, but I can't live without it
I'm just waiting for it to break
And when it does, I will break with it
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A World for the Guilty
PoetryA series of poems that I have written and that I am yet to write about my experiences, the people and things that I Iove and hate, and my emotions.
