There is a little voice inside my head
that tells me I am better off dead

It tells me that I will let everyone down
subconsciously turning my smile to a frown

It tells me that I am miserable
it is truly visceral

I ignore it, I abhor hit
I endure it

I make it through
at the end of the day
I know none of it is true

I am alive
I will survive
and thrive
til my day comes
I will not retreat
til the battle is won
the enemy is me
but I will destroy myself
if only to save
my mental health
I am a mighty warrior
I move with strength and stealth
I wont let me
give me hell
To divide and conquer
I take the power away
to hear any of those things
I would rather not say
this internal conflict
fought with a half wit
serves no purpose
but to write verses
and I will reverse this
stigma I brought upon myself
because I am perfect
because I am no one else