I fight and fight the same battles

Against the different demons,

I hold in my head.

I fight and fight, with no backup

No army

No partner,

I am alone

Fighting an enemy

That isn’t really there

I am scared and unprepared.

But I can’t talk about it, not really

Because no one can possibly

Comprehend the darkness in my mind.

not a single person is on my side

They sigh

Saying that I

Have nothing to fight

The demons are my imagination

They aren’t real.

I am making them up

They say

I am exaggerating,

But I get it

I show no battle wounds,

No real scars.

All my wounds are invisible.

They are all in my mind,

My body is clean

But my mind

Is

A

Battle ground.

If you were to take a photo

I’d bet it’d look like world war three,

But not really,

Considering the battle is between

Me, myself and I.

I sigh as my friends and family

Talk as though I am crazy,

As though I am faking it all.

The pain I feel.

They say it isn’t real.

But who are they to say

That a wound in your mind hurts less

Than a cut on your skin.

You’re just making a

mountain out of a molehill

They don’t understand that I know this

I know I have nothing to be afraid of

That I know the demons aren’t real

But it feels like I am swimming,

No. It feels like I am drowning

In the thought that my mind won’t shut off

That I can’t get rid of.

And I can’t help but feel alone

Alone with the voices that hate me as much as I,

Hate myself.

I am fighting a losing battle

Against myself