The Struggles
The struggles we see can be terrifying
A physical force for which all can see
Yet sometimes the struggles find their way in
In a different form that no one can see
When you’re young the monsters are under your bed
As you get older you realise that they’ve moved to your head
Their hissing, whispering chanting too
Of a world which is devoid and doesn’t involve you
They control your mood even happiness too
Or should I say what’s left of it once they’ve gone and passed through
And that’s relying on if you survive
If you manage to struggle to stay alive
At points of lowest you start to embrace
The idea of death due to intense self hate
For me I’ve been struggling for many years now
This past year was better but now i’ve started to bow
Thrown back into the world of depression I sit
Kicking and screaming some days all I want to do is slit
To start at the top and open all the way down
Until my blood, my life force is all around
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