Days I Fight

There are just days, I just want to fade, no joy can exist, find a place. I hide from the world, keep to myself, they should never have to see, the evil that persists. I fight to survive, but find myself just wanting to die. No one could comprehend my inner soul, could accept the battle within. I fight to not give in, but this war seems too hard to win. I question how strong I could truly be, what the night may ultimately bring. I hide from my nightmares, try to stay up late. Here they come to haunt me, in the brightest light. There are just days, I just want to be in another place. Maybe I'll finally wake, and there will be no battle to face.