I am at war. I am at war with myself. Sometimes the good wins sometimes the bad and it shows itself on my face, on my arms and my legs. This is a battle where no matter the outcome. I loose. This war inside of me. It hurts. Like I'm being ripped in half. I hate that I feel like this but at the same time I crave it. I belong in misery. I don't deserve happiness or normalness. I deserve this war. Because in the end. I am This war.