Darkness, the Hunter

How am I supposed to express how I feel
When you don’t accept it,
And you say this isn’t real,
But nothing is more real than the monsters that come at night,
Waiting to shred my happy thoughts
And every day is a fight;
Every morning, a battle,
And all of my attempts at letting go
Always appear to be something that I can handle,
But I never know that I win
Until I lose again;
Because the greatness never lasts longer
Than what feels like a second,
And the wounds cut deep;
When I finally acknowledge it
And pointing out the darkness
Will not make it go away;
I’ll just pick my pieces up
And hope my darkness lets me have another day.

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