I’m so tired of fighting this war
My body aches, and my soul is its whore
My pain has grown full in size
Was fed religiously by my own mind
It now controls my every step
Making sure I won’t get slammed
Rejecting life by any means
And killing everything within.
My pain has been with me since ever
By now I really should know better
It won’t be cast away by light,
It will end with me, god willing, maybe tonight.
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Cool poem. You’re right. It’s tiring, exhausting to be stuck up in the mind battling it out day by day.
thx)btw
I used to feel scared when picturing dying, now when I do, I just smile and feel at ease.