The Fight

Sometimes I feel myself slipping
Drifting
Falling through the
Cra cks

It's not worth it
none of it
is worth the pain
the loss

and inability
of lifting the weight
anymore
But they tell me

They understand
And to keep fighting
But I don't --
want to

Not for them.
So I'll show them
That.
By fighting

for Me.

C.D.O.

the thoughts are
never-ending
disturbing and controlling
as sleep continues to evade me

impossible to explain
or describe
as no one would
ever understand

but still I try
with no success
to show society
'til my last breath

I am human
to their disbelief
I hear and listen
I feel and break

because no matter
what is said
they will never
comprehend

to them
I will
always be
crazy