my knuckles
are ******,
and I am tired

every punch I
throw means
nothing when
the enemy is
myself

I am constantly
in search for
my own voice
to find the
courage
to say,

"I don’t want to
be sad anymore,”

but even though
I know I can’t keep
living with this,
I’m not sure if I
can live without
it either.

- S.G.