My fightA Poem by WillaDanversI... I don't knowDo you know the feeling, Of drowning whilst sitting in
air, The feeling of a world gone
wrong, When your life has been so
simple,
Sitting, staring, breathing, But not really breathing, Just sitting, staring into
empty, Because mind is yet again,
hurting,
Suffocating me with little
things, Laughing when the tears start
to fall, Sitting on my chest when I
want to breathe, And killing me slowly, when I
want to live,
I can see my ribs now, Not so prominent, Not so hidden, But the mirror tells me
otherwise,
I feel plagued, every day, It sits there in the back of
mind, Waiting for the worst moment
to reveal, To take away everything I am,
First my confidence, And then the safety of my
mind, The food in my stomach, and
then, Maybe one day my life,
A disease I cannot fight, Conforming to each of my
strategies, Learning the behavior of my
time, And striking each battle into
dust,
I’m beginning to lose hope, The cracks are so visible, And my tears just won’t stop,
I think I’m scared,
Scared that I am losing this
fight, Scared that everything I want
to do, Everything I have ever
dreamed of, Is becoming irrelevant to my
pain,
Pressure building in my
chest, Fear taking over control, Temptation growing by the
second, I can’t take this any more,
I don’t know who I am
anymore, I don’t know what my purpose
is, I don’t know if this fight is
worth it, And I just don’t know
anything anymore,
I am a person with flaws, I am a person that is
struggling, But refuses to say a word, Because this is my fight to
lose. © 2017 WillaDanversFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorWillaDanversAuckland, New ZealandAboutI am a part time poet, who's words sometimes ring true but otherwise have only gathered information from music, stories or a singular feeling. Anything really. Enjoy the words, and leave a few kin.. more..Writing
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