Just keep fighting
Be stronger
Just live a little longer
That's what everyone tells you
As though you haven't been fighting
As though you don't constantly battle your own mind
Like war hasn't been waging inside your head
Sometimes one day is too much
It's usually the small things
That push you over the edge
Words that may not be harsh
An action not taken
A greeting not returned
A message read but not replied
A lost pen
A missing sock
Sometimes all those little things
Slowly turn into something bigger
And you'll feel like you can't talk
About the small things
So you'll turn into your head
You will become so confused
Not sure where the pain begins and where you end
To the point you don't remember
Why you feel this way in the first place
So when someone asks and you say
I don't know
You look like a fool
Because apparently you can't have
Pain you don't remember
