Poems Of An Empath

Fight

These empty streets are all I've ever known, a fucked past and a future untold.

These broken bones and empty homes, these poor souls I walk past daily, they all look dead inside.

Even the man dressed in suit and tie, looks worn. We've all been torn by those above, but you don't know what its like to be on your own.

When you have no place to call home and your thoughts just won't leave you alone. Its like prison without a sentence, you have no idea how long you'll have to suffer.

These thoughts never leave, they always hover. You can't escape your mind, you can't escape the inside. You can try to hide, but they'll find you. You can't escape when your cell is yourself.

Trapped within, they try to dull you with 'medicine'. You can fight or run, but there's no telling what you'll become.

Will you continue staring down that loaded gun?

Or will you fight? Fight for your life within your own mind? Will you put down the knife? Fight till you're dead, inside your own head? Fight until you have nothing left, forget what's left.

Forget the past leave it all, save the last. Do all you can till you fall. Once you've fallen, there won't be another voice calling.

You must save yourself, before our hope caves.

Fight for nothing else, you must save yourself.