Some days are good, others are real bad.

Times when the inside is filled and you can't even cry the hell out. Times when you're shown the light in dark when you can't even see and all of a sudden that light is gone. Times when you are too busy fighting yourself and your problems all alone and don't even have anyone by your side 'cause you don't want anyone and you simply can't afford having anyone on your side just because you forgot to trust and right at that moment new problems step in to add the trouble.
Time like these are shitty times, totally screwed up.
The problems I have, are the problems I created. They are the demons I have awakened from my underworld. They revamp my heavens and storm my gardens, they are ferocious and ruthless, they are strong and powerful. I fight a lost battle with them and every time I try to land a punch on their face I miss and they retaliate harder than ever. I don't know what to do with them, they won't just go away and leave me alone. They'll be there and haunt me and like an abused child I will keep it to myself. I'm way too scared to tell the world and lend a helping hand for myself, like an ego-ist I will keep it to myself and fight it myself though I know I won't be able to beat them but what choice do I have. That's what I am, I can run, I can hide but my ego won't allow me to do that so I won't run, I won't hide, not even for good of my own will I let go of my doomed world rather I'll stay and fight and that's what I'd pay for, perhaps for eternity.