The Battle For Sanity

I put on a mask of indifference
Just to make it through another day
At night I take pen and paper
And try to make the pain go away

The paper is gauze
The pen is a knife
They are the instruments of mercy
To heal the wounds of a shattered life

I bleed my thoughts and feelings
Until I just can’t bleed any more
I own my scars and my nightmares
Just like a soldier in any war

I don’t know if there will be a tomorrow
I’m just trying to survive until then
I write words that are my sustenance
My wine is the ink in my pen

I wish the voices would stop
I wish the pain would cease
I don’t want to die
But I wish I could rest in peace