Another round...

I'm quiet comfortable,
In this little dark space.
Playing video games,
Sleeping on my face.
Dysphoria and depression may be coming out to play.
Killed both a million times before,
With scars for proof of struggle.
But yet,
I still stumble.
Haven't yet crumbled.
Fell to my knee's,
But I will never bow.
To the emptiness inside,
The hole in my mind.
It's okay.
I'll be alright.
Just have to find my feet,
In the dark.
It's a trap,
I can't do this again.

Oh hell,
What's another round?
With the devil,
Inside....

Nik.J.Tucker