each inch of my skin is a warzone and my head is the tattered remains of a battlefield between my thoughts and the voices

fighting and kicking and shooting until all that is left is fire and the echo of tears i was once capable of shedding

my eyes betray nothing; you do not see the wars i am losing every night

i claw at my own skin until the stinging takes away from the pounding in my head and i smile so hard that everybody only sees the brightness and not the blood i am

sure is pouring out of my ears by now

i drown myself in the thunder of it all every day and start it all again every night