The last fight.

Why do I even bother. Each time I get closer to happiness, everything gets taken from me in a bat of an eye.

No matter how hard I try to revert myself from whatever demon posses me, he takes me back. He pushes me down and pins my arms back so I can’t move. He stares at me with those cold, hate-filled eyes and tells me everything that makes me want to kill myself at night.

Every morning I wake up to the “I should’ve done it, why didn’t I do it” thoughts. I should’ve done it. Why don’t I do it.

Everything that goes on around me, keeps pushing me until I can no longer push anymore. It’s getting there. I can no longer push. It’s my last fight.

It’s with myself and I’m losing.

I’ve lost.