I am in a state where I am
physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally tired.
My mouth is in silent,
but if you could just read my mind,
There is endless shouting and mindless overthinking.
No one should know the battle that I am fighting,
For they can't hand me any armor that could win the fight.
It's hard to keep the hope alive,
when everything in you has already died.
I am alone, and no one can save me.
It's just me, my inner demons,
and that little faith I have in my pocket.