What am I going to do?
I can’t get air.
I can’t make blood flow.
I can’t sleep
Back into this nightmare.
Waking up and tasting its sting.
I’m ready to be done.
I’m ready to be strong,
And kill the spirit that struggles inside me.
I want to bury it.
Leave it, until it’s stopped fighting.
Then, maybe I can find my way back home,
And end the pain
That follows me like this.
I want to be happy again.
Smother the spirit that fights.
It brought me here.
Even as I write the words, I cringe at myself.
Because I know the one writing this
Is the one I must overcome.
How do you do that?