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The War
My mind juggles reality and fiction
When will it stop?  Why all the friction?
The voices within me still want me to die
I can't let them, so why do they still try?
I feel myself getting weaker with each passing day
The voices won't stop.  They just won't go away
Each new day brings hope for peace in my head
But as I awaken they tell me I should be dead
When will all of the madness end?
Can't it just die?  Why won't it bend?
Feeling that I screw up everything I do anyway
Why don't I just end this so it will go away?
I am so sick and tired of all that I miss
I cannot worry about why others insist
I just don't feel that I can fight this anymore
I want to die and that is final
No one can change it, not even I.


Elisabeth Stover 1995