I am fighting a long battle.
that nobody seems to see.
there's butterflies on my arms.
to stop the bleeding.
I am fighting a small war.
of mindless thoughts and heartless emotions.
a loveless life,
with all things broken.
Maybe she loves him.
maybe i don't.
but seeing her beside him.
would tare a big hole.
i know that i love him.
what if he doesn't?
hes falling for my friends, my sister,
my enemies,my cousin.
i am fighting a large war,
that nobody seems to see.
an invisible hurt to them.
an unchangeable death to me.
YOU ARE READING
My war.
PoetryI have been diagnosed, ripped apart, shot down, kicked around. But ill be on broadway. Even if i have to buy a street, name it broadway and perform. In all seriousness, instead of sleeping forever, i wrote out my war.
