I’m living in the prison of my own head. 

Tormented by the demons I myself fed.

This excruciation, I should’ve been dead.

I just want to be free again.

I’ve got to hide my tears for I’m the clown.

My head’s been under water for long now.

In deep waters, yet I feel I’m burning down.

I just want to breathe again.

I’m not your gift, I’m a wrapper.

No, I don’t really matter.

But out of a peaceful death or a painful life, I’ll take the latter.

I just want to feel alive again.

I’m a soldier in a war zone.

I’ve survived a bullet and two broken bones.

But my country will win before I get home.

I just want to be victorious again.

I’m walking down this long night.

Stumbling at every point of my life.

But I’m not staying down without a fight.

I just want to get back up again.

© An Unknown Wanderer