The sad part is how easy it would be
to just give it all up.
To forget the work
to forget the dream
It is a matter of will they say
but are they fighting against a plaugue
of anxiety and fear
tormented at night by the nightmare
that leave no memory
or trace of their existance
with all but a pounding heart and shortness of breath?
How many times have I wished for escape
an end to the torment
an end to the pain
an escape into normality
and the finding of hope,
but it was cutting that allowed me to cope.
How much regret must I have?
How many questions and hatred must I face
as the night comes back
and my heart begins to race.
It's sad how easy it would be to give up
on a fight, a battle, a war
to loose all that you have been fighting for.
So I do my best
and live in my stress
and fight my demons away,
keeping my head above the water
made from shed tears,
trying to stay clean.
Still everyday it gets harder
to find hope and strength to go on,
but all I know now is that I can't give up.