The war
I buckle my thoughts like a shoelace as I let them race like an athlete
Sometimes I'm quizzical at my ownself
I need to sit back let the voices drown me till I suffocate
It used to be a whisper but now, it erupts like a volcano scaring me to the core
Hahahaha a melodious laughter plays in mind as my mood swings trips over
I'm abnormal I sometimes say to myself
I loose my sanity each day but I'm in clothes
I'm amazed as depression keeps banging at my door but never pays me a visit
My walls shudder thinking my demons will take over
I'm tired inside out
I'm a lion who lost its roar
I rush to my den for safety not that I'm a coward
Partly I admit but its overwhelming not of joy but of fears
I hide beneath the covers as the internal battle sweeps over draining my energy
With a deep exhale, I shut my eyes completely as sleep carry me away the only escape and I'm afraid to say its my addiction but maybe it's not.