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Inner Battles

Someone has their claws on your throat You can't breath so you freeze Air won't get to your head So darkness crawls in The urge to walk out is there But you seem blind Until your hands become your eyes Searching for your way out Only for something to hiss in the dark And force them to run back to you in fear Afraid of being chopped away In single deadly bites Down the throats Of your now converging demons. Chaos erupt Yelling can be heard You wonder how no one else seems to notice How living inside your skin can be draining When the voices become as loud And pride leaves your tongue so proud Forcing you to fight solo While the weight of this unforgiving life Has you down on your knees Begging for the much needed quiet Unable to withstand the noise Of their uncultured take over. Something is trying to keep you under Helping you slowly die The state of being a living zombie Has you on the set of the walking dead Cruising down the busy streets While stuck in your own limiting bubble Grinding alongside other disguised ones Unfit to rat each other out The fight to swim back up For a gasp of the much needed air Then becomes a daily battle Fighting each of them back For the right to your own headspace. I am very passionate about mental health and this was one of many ways of highlighting the usually overlooked Angel of death.

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