One Waged War

I struck you down, broke my crown,
You were wearing your gown I was running around,
In circles, like in chess I was trapped,
Its too much stress I hit you while your beating my chest,
I guess its over but its never over,
This mess has no finesse,
The only thing I posses is the gift to fuck up,
Its time to address this,
Cant keep fighting you cant keep struggling with this,
Your walking out the door I cant get up off the floor,
Im ripping off the décor, I wont restore it this time,
I’ve explored myself before but I find the same thing the same pain the same rage,
There are no more pages, just one waged war inside,
I’ll reside now, goodbye.