Fighting The Voice

As I fight the voice inside my head, the voice that has always wished me dead.

I return to the place that I have never left, a place of solitude, anguish, and theft.

My lungs expand as I breath the cold air, the wind as needles, pain I cannot bare.

I tell myself that sometime it will end, but never has fate called me a friend.

I lie to myself, that someday I might believe, believe that the evil within will bleed.

I am sick and tired and almost dead, as I fight the voice inside my head.

Author's Note

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