Life is a struggle everyday for some,
be it problems with family, friends,or a combination of them.
But the problem with problems is that they tend to grow.
When you let them flood your mind and accend down into your soul.
But you hold them in deep and tight.
Not letting anyone see, while you fight.
You hint to it them hoping someone will know,
your pain and sarrow in your heart and soul.
Still you keep it in and eats you whole.
Untill you break apart and lose control.
Falling into a life of selfdestruction.
Slowly hurting youself until you can no longer function.
You quiet the noises inside your head,
and your soul is free but now you are dead.
No one ever know the monsters you carried inside,
until it's over long after you died.
