Empty Battlefield

Thoughts of you roll off my tongue
Faster than bullets that forgot to be shot
In my war of loneliness
It's just me fighting me
And I'm tired of pretending I'm fine
My silent cries not heard
Because that's exactly what they are
Silent
No one sees the battle I'm losing
As I try to gain control
But theres nothing to grab ahold of
I cannot reach the knives sticking out of my back
I can only feel the pain
Of the only person I trust
Leaving me defenseless
When I thought I was going to win the war
But I guess that's the problem
I think too much
And I know too little
But in the end i know I'll lose
And in the end i know I'll have made my point
In the end I'll end up lying here alone
On an empty battlefield
Dead

This poem is about: 
Me

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