War Inside

The war
Is quiet
But it shouts
In every breath

No guns
No armies
Just thoughts
Like grenades
Exploding
In my mind

I fight shadows
That wear my face
And scream lies
I almost believed

Sleep
Is the frontline
Where nightmares
Charge without warning

I wake
With scars
Invisible
But heavy

Every step
Feels like a march
Through fields
Of broken hopes

I carry weapons
No one sees
Memories
That bleed
When touched

They say
“Be strong”
But strength
Is a battlefield
With no ceasefire

Sometimes
I want to surrender
But my soul
Won’t let me

Because even war
Has moments
Of hope
That tell you
You’re still alive