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The dark storm rages…

In the blackness outside…

As the battle for control…

Continues on the inside…

Two war torn factions…

Fighting in his brain…

Perpetually ongoing…

Driving him insane…

The good and the bad…

The Angels and Demons…

That rip him in two…

But no one can see them…

Invisible to the eye…

At a glance you can’t see…

He keeps it all covered…

Tries to keep it unseen…

Projecting another version…

So weakness can not scream...

Yet he’s broken inside…

Falling apart at the seams…

In need of some help…

In need of urgent therapy…

Desparate for distraction…

Trying to find “happy”…

He doesn’t know who to ask…

Or know what to do…

Hampered by his foolish pride…

And his distorted view…

On everything around him…

Of everything he sees…

All that he holds dear…

And all that he believes…

Feeling so very weak…

And so very insecure…

Depression spreads like cancer…

He can’t find the cure…

Leaving him clinging…

On to life by a thread…

Aware of the easy option…

Pills. Alcohol. Dead...

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