Battlefield

gave everything until I had nothing left.
not a piece
not even a crumb left
for myself…
I felt death creep up inside of me
removing the only solace left in my heart
Invading my comfort zone; tearing it apart
This path is dark
Darker than the things I’ve done to find comfort from that pain
A vicious cycle
Impossible to explain
All parts in vain
Unnecessary strain on the very thing that pumps blood into my veins
How could I do this to me?
Self-inflicted torture
Searching for an answer for us
alone
Marched right onto the battlefield with no protection
Unarmed; ill prepared for this fight
So many wrong turns
I just want to make this right