Pantophobia

Where does anyone find the strength to abate the repercussions of self hate How to discard of the garbage we hoard, archive or crate .. Continual sleepless nights the demons with in us we try to fight with eyelids so heavy and full of fright.. Eyes stay open weighing heavier with hurt of existence broken of all left unspoken. What to do with the fear when it slowly eats at your insides like cancer why do these questions still remain unanswered how to find comfort in the many cages of the unquiet mind how to keep silent when the heart screams out loud how to rise above the darkest clouds.... Everyday conscious of just one thing to whom can anyone like this joy bring.. fights and discord met us at the door are we the real victims or are we the core. Misery is knowing the solution is to go numb or a mouthful of mind altering drugs... don't deal just medicate when thoughts are not clear try altering it's state. Do we choose to disappear or better yet to kill the parts in us that suffer or do we continue unscathed ignoring the desperate pleas of our brother. Things we are forced to hide is what eventually traps us inside; or is it shame, guilt, or the lost of self pride.... Everyday we beat our heads against the rock hoping only to cease the pain and the constant ticking of the broken clock...