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You’ve had a great day Talking with friends at school Planning a surprise birthday party for your friend Flirting Laughing Crying Hating Loving Then your mom tells you That it is time to go to bed And you get into your PJ’s Brush your teeth And prepare for the war Not a physical war But a mental one Between you and your conscience It happens every night And you almost always lose Giving way To let the depression and the fear crawl Into your soul and make you feel like you Failed **** Are worse than everybody Shouldn’t be here Have no reason to live And every night, you can’t stop it Its job isn’t clear But somewhere in the unclouded brain of yours You know that it is lying And you are a great person That you have supportive friends Good grades Loving parents And when you find this trove Tucked away in possibly The hardest to reach corner of your brain You feel better And you win the battle that night
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
The Nightly War
You’ve had a great day Talking with friends at school Planning a surprise birthday party for your friend Flirting Laughing Crying Hating Loving Then your mom tells you That it is time to go to bed And you get into your PJ’s Brush your teeth And prepare for the war Not a physical war But a mental one Between you and your conscience It happens every night And you almost always lose Giving way To let the depression and the fear crawl Into your soul and make you feel like you Failed **** Are worse than everybody Shouldn’t be here Have no reason to live And every night, you can’t stop it Its job isn’t clear But somewhere in the unclouded brain of yours You know that it is lying And you are a great person That you have supportive friends Good grades Loving parents And when you find this trove Tucked away in possibly The hardest to reach corner of your brain You feel better And you win the battle that night
MrW503
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
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