The War

Overwhelming memories of how i used to feel,
my heart
my mind
my dreams are struggling with whats real.

haunted by the thoughts of what this used to be
taunted by the smiles and laughs that once belonged to me

tortured by the silence as i sit alone in the dark
mocked by the place that you used to hold in my heart

running towards the light and slipping around the bend
pushing through the storm and fighting till the end.