Weak,
From the inside out,
From the core of my soul,
Something makes me
Ache to lie down, to give up,
To not move,
Not feel
Not try
Not think
Not love,
Not hurt.
Something
Whispers discouragement,
And the droning melody
Seeps right through me
Right into me,
And tries to wear me down.
How do I fight this thing
This feeling
This presence within me
About me?
How do I fight it,
When on the outside,
I cannot even see it
Prove it
Explain it.
Hunting an enemy
That only exists to you
Leaves you tired
And numb on the inside,
And takes away your ability
Your only chance
To show anyone else
That it was even
Ever there,
That you even
Ever fought,
Ever tried.
Age 17