fighting your inner demons,

fighting that inner war.

not knowing what's wrong or right.

asking yourself, "how much more?"

how many more endless questions?

how many more sleepless nights?

how much more can I take,

of life and it's ongoing fight?

trying to heal your pain.

somehow you can break the broken.

people come but never stay.

no one listens to what you've spoken.

love? it's fake.

trust? it's broken.

safety? not all evil is physical.

hope? destroyed.

it's gone and fled away.

i have nothing left to my name,

but the scars that always stay.

i'm no longer a dark horse but a man whom has lost all sense of purpose, a man who can no longer cry out for help.

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