It’s not always peaches and flowers
Its not always sunshine and singing
It can be the shadows behind
The faces unseen
The nightmares creeping
The minds darkness
Consuming the self
It can be these things, it can be
It can be a choice, you choose, you choose.

It can be an empty stomach
It can be a growling nightmare
It can seek the dark
It can loathe the waiting
It can be fear the testing
It can be the madness
Seeping through the cracks
Dripping through the walls
It can be
It can be
Can it?