The battle in my mind rages loud
and on the outside I'm calm,
but really there's no one around
and so into depression I fall

the silence is eerie where I sit,
in limbo with the love and hate
one side so deserving of one to commit
the other longing for a dreadful fate

there is nothing left to be done or said
no words to help heal the heart
when you live a life at war with yourself
and call your chaos an art

The weight of the void pulls me deep,
a temptation I can’t seem to outlast.
The only solace I find is in sleep
bound by the nightmares of my past.