Already Dead

Reality.
That's where my body lives on.
It's not safe there though.
Darkness is stealing my light.
pain and misery are slipping through my cracks.
Light and darkness will always battle over me.
There is no escaping the war inside me.
The scars on my body each tell a story:
A story of my struggle,
A story of my survival,
A story of my life,
A story of my death.
"If the war never ends why don't you just kill yourself?"
she asked me quietly.
"I have no no to kill myself
when inside I'm already dead."