The Enemy and The Silent Warrior

Every days a struggle,

I fight to hold me own;

The battles that I go through,

Most of them unknown.

I wish that I could share them,

To let it all come out;

But it’s a little overwhelming,

Causing people to scream and shout.

So I must be the silent warrior,

Who is fighting to hold on;

Wondering if anyone will miss him,

The day he’s dead and gone.

I keep it all together,

With a smile on my face;

But it’s a losing battle,

I don’t have a leg in this race.

I feel like I’m unwanted,

My head so full of lies;

Like no one really wants me,

They want to just cut ties,

The fights a lot harder,

Each and every day;

I know that I’m not worth it,

Or so the voices say.

The darkness it surrounds me,

Calling out my name,

It seeks to hold me captive,

As it turns my guilt to shame.

Surrounded by the enemy,

I struggle to just break free;

But in the shares I’m captured,

What will be will be.

I’m taken to the camp they have,

It’s hidden in my mind;

They know that i keep searching,

For the thing that I can’t find.

And so the silent warrior,

Begins his torture anew;

Hoping against hope,

He survives to just see you.

And so the torture goes on,

Laying into the night;

It’s getting harder to find,

A reason for which to fight.

But I won’t give up that easy,

For I know just how the torture will be;

I know gore I can beat him,

For my I know my enemy is my…