The fight

I'm struggling daily
The noise in my head
The single voice telling me
"You really should be dead"
The constant torture
If only it would be silent
Instead of shouting and commanding
Like a power stricken tyrant
"Bow your head
You've got no way out. "
If it were false
I wouldn't still be about
The days unending
In silence and sorrow
The voices saying
I shouldn't see tomorrow
But the fight I'd give
As much as I want to go
Do I really want to stay?
As it stands I may never know
It hurts both ways
I lose somehow
The fight I may not win
Even if I don't go now
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