It,

It is a killer.

It's dark here.

Unpleasant.

Lonely.

Heartbreaking.

Can you hear?

The murmurs of outside life?

They're begging, please.

A moment of your time, they say.

It's not that easy.

It, speaks louder then you can.

 Drown them out, it says.

It's just us, it whispers.

Fight harder, they say.

Be stronger, they say.

It's not that easy.

It comes back stronger, each fight.

Don't let it consume you, they say.

But I was born with it. 

It is past consumption. 

It lives every day. 

It is another person. 

It resides inside.

It never dies.

Always waiting. 

Always. 

My body is owned by two people.

One more than the other.

It, wins.

Being strong is not ending. 

Being strong is fighting to be happy. 

Or at least seeming so. 

Being strong is functioning on someone's schedule, that isn't your own.

And owning the day, regardless.

Sitting in the shower floor.

Crying.

Ugly. 

Shattering.

It never lets up.

Picking yourself up.

Breath, shaky, uneven.

Unsure. 

Can I? 

Maybe, maybe not.

Let's see. 

It, will always be. 

Somehow. Someway. 

It, will always join. 

Being strong is saying, I'm here. 

Being strong is saying, I'm not leaving.

Being strong is existing with your demons. 

Being strong is existing with it, and forever coming out on the brighter side.

Eventually.  

You. Are. Strong. 

Fight. 

Reviews

[Zoya]

Pacy!! Read more like lyrics, amazing set of lyrics. Great work.

[badmash]

I was slightly afriad of it coming off to fast paced, but I couldn't find a way to tweak it without wanting to trash the whole thing. But thank you for your words of encouragement!!!

[Zoya]

The pace was what I liked! My pleasure.

[Erudite]

I say this with no exaggeration: This is my favorite poem I have Ever read. Bravo.

[badmash]

Thank you so much!!! I am thrilled to hear that you enjoyed it.