It should be over
I did everything I could.
Years of war
fighting none other than myself.

It should be over,
but the war rages on
The demons in my head
still polluting my every though,t
my every move.

                 I wish it was over
                          but its not.

My mind;
it's like a dark wonderland.
With rabbits and hatters who lend you their hand. Into the cold Forrest.
Past the thick leaves,
and into the rose bushes that cut me.
Learning not to cry;
trying not to care
I keep following the Hatter and hare.
My world is a wonderland tainted black.
I went down the rabbit hole,
but I'm never coming back.