We all fight battles inside our heads unseen by the rest of the world Everybody is fighting against their own mind It’s not always kind to you but you keep pushing through the battles never end we are in a constant struggle each day we fight to live another night each day we fight to try to find the light the joy the love You know the battles would be easier if the people in your life didn’t line up against you cheering for your bad side the war would be won if people were kind but everybody’s being mean and so the tension climbs You try to find try to find another rhyme to comeplete the pattern the rhythm as you try to remember your good qualities which it seems nobody (including you) sees You wonder if your life is half as significant as the thread in the case of your tear-soaked pillow you wonder why people dont like you and you wonder why they do you’re confused about why people think the way they do Nothing makes sense another message sent but not replied to another sentence trampled over another ignored ask for any sort of acknowledgement of your existence another mark adds on your thigh each night you’re on the edge of giving up you’ve decided that enough’s enough but something stops you You don’t know what it was neither do I but Something stops you at the edge of swallowing of jumping of giving up Maybe it’s you not wanting to die yet maybe it’s you thinking maybe it’s worth it to survive to be Alive? Maybe it’s the guilt Maybe it’s fear maybe you have just a little more than will than you thought maybe maybe it’s a tiny shred of hope barely there but present nonetheless like a hot coal left over from the fire with the right care it reignites and then you cup your hands around this tiny flame-shaped idea of hope and you let it grow and grow and grow sometimes it will rain but you can keep the flame ❤️
