This Fight

Rotting from the inside out Only beginning to show through Collapsing into myself Nothing you only see now is new No reflection Just a shell Empty and bruised Unknowing how I fell I guess it’s in my blood I guess it’s a disease My head has seen a flood Leaving my mind on separate seas I’m only building walls To stop it from getting away But the longer that it falls It gets worse every passing day I hate you Words I’ve spoken only to that face in the glass They told me I was fine and this too shall pass But they lied Just like they always do I’m getting sick and tired Of the words that I once knew You can’t fix me You can’t stop the spread This disease is from the inside Leaving me good as dead But I won’t stop fighting I won’t stop trying If anyone can fix me it’s myself For it’s my mind, and I don’t consent to dying I try to build another army But this one falls too soon Daydreams of skies blue and sunny Turn to terrors without the light of the moon I’m losing this fight I can’t stay long They are taking me away My decaying corpse has ceased its song