psychologically scarred

         
         
         
    battle wounds eyes can not see; beneath the surface-internally; a heart that lives to beat and ache-with every wake-then death repeats-        
         
         
    this thing called sleep- an often tease- reminding one of life's biggest mysteries....        
         
         
but why even in the first place "breathe"-sudden death on many levels to the pysche....          
         
because no matter what-the truth is that existence here is indeed the realm of insanity....    
   
I'd like to think there is a door that exits grief indefinitely- and enters "soul" into neverending bliss and peace....