THE WHOLE PEIAECE

I have battled all corners of my mind, fighting myself so I don’t have to fight you.
The world is a cruel place, My world is a battle place, when worlds collide I open my eyes.
I open my eyes to the fake smiles and fake love you’s.
I don’t bother about your love, love yours.
I’m trying to keep up, trying to find my path, the depth of these waves, they tear me apart.
I have walked lone nights filled with thoughts that won’t let me think,
and voices that bury me in the oceans of my own mind and sometimes I sink.

Tears are for weak men they say, so why don’t I cry;
a question I ask myself and most times I don’t know why.
Why don’t the tears fill my eyes and flow like a river, because the pain, it hurts.
I guess thats strength, being a man requires strength, but also vulnerability, two words that don’t collide, but when they do worlds align.

I stay up most nights fighting to stay afloat
Fighting so I don’t drown, drown in these thoughts of mine, maybe that’s the strength.

The silence can be so loud, with every whisper I’m consumed with this fear so profound.
Why do I care? who would i scare?
they can run, they can leave, I’m always preoccupied with the battles in here, damn this fear;
All I want is to contain my own demons.

So this weak man don’t cry, the voices; that’s my sermon, preaching to myself, lost within, and everything outside is a reflection of all the battles fought in here, all them won and all them lost.
What you see is a man that has walked the empty hallways of his own mind, with every step, foot prints like pieces of a puzzle, and brick by brick, this piece, this beast, is whole.
Peace

The King
Arthur-Daniel

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