I feel it in the night, when I am most vulnerable to my greatest foe.
I feel it as a fright, when the host of my problems comes as a terrible woe.
The intense battle inside my head, suspense to overflow.
The yin of my yang, my enemy within,
The scar it leaves deep but thin.
The stress so great I can not bear,
Loneliness that berates, to depress, to scare.
The sorrow I feel, all I remember,
The mistakes i've made, as bright as an ember
The worst, the best, without rest,
I remember it all, no matter the pest.
I feel not the relief for it would employ
My victory, however brief, should I finally enjoy?
I lay there, exhausted with all my fight,
Forgetting not of my everlasting, plight.
Memory hazy, in my last moment I think
Of how I always land on the brink.
Dying now to live again,
Forced to fight what must never end.
I struggle within, I struggle without light,
What should take place during the night.