• Like a cloud
    I'm floating along
    Drifting; replying,
    "Nothing's wrong."

    Like an anesthetic
    It makes me numb
    I can hardly speak
    "What have I become?"

    All the things I've feared,
    I now embrace?
    I glance in the mirror
    And can't even recognize my own face.

    Normal, boring, forever unchanged
    These words that I had always dreaded, fill my head;
    But no tears come, I cannot cry
    "Am I nothing more than the living dead?"

    My temper shortened
    My state, reclusive
    My demeanor,
    Mentally and physically
    Self-abusive.

    I'm scared
    But I can't admit it
    Sometimes I wish,
    I could just give up and quit

    My demons outnumber me
    But let the battle begin
    Without many allies
    I can only pray.

    Pray for the win.