Everything is killing me.
Slowly and softly.
I am here fighting a battle.
Against me, myself.
The sharp weapons of my enemy.
Are cutting deep.
And I know without help,
I won’t be able to win.
A war against my mind, my feelings.
There is not victory.
Without your help, I’m lost.
But you are not here, not with me.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
Everything is killing me.
Slowly and softly.
I am here fighting a battle.
Against me, myself.
The sharp weapons of my enemy.
Are cutting deep.
And I know without help,
I won’t be able to win.
A war against my mind, my feelings.
There is not victory.
Without your help, I’m lost.
But you are not here, not with me.
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