I'm in a room on my own, the family's around, but the feeling of standing on uneven ground grows stronger, the tears that I have cried are strangely still falling, I would think that after what seems like a thousand tears they would no longer, the pain in my heart although it beats strong is slowly tearing it apart, in a room with what at times can feel like it has a thousand eyes and ears, that have but more than once heard my silent cries, can but only do so much, we are our minds, our hearts, our souls, but what happens when the three can not coincide, is that the reason for why I can not deter the feelings that flow through me, they have brought times where the thought of the only escape being that of death, the idea preludes in me, and it's in those dark and painful moments, that the fight for the power and strength within us begins, there is but ones who society would say 'lost' that profound battle within us, but is it losing, when soldiers die in war do we say they "lost" the battle, no in fact we call them heroes, why should we as not a society but as humans, say someone who sadly took there own but nonetheless precious lives, as they "lost" the battle, what right do we have, at least in a battle of war you can see the dangers, the problems, we can see what can be saved and fixed and what can not, but a battle of the mind, of the heart, our soul, is but unseen, the saying, hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil, and do no evil is but a strange one, as for we can not fully control what we hear, nor can we at times fully prevent what can be seen, or even fully control what we say or do, not if there's an underlying mental health problem or "battle" as some would say, so the question is, is there really a winner or loser when it comes to the hidden battle that is.... ourselves?!?!
