The Essays of Style's My Battle Within
I lay my head upon the pillow of despair. Asking myself how did I once again get here? I dream big and love strong but once again I’m back to the place where I feel all alone. So is this really my destiny, my heart and mind filled with pain? Is this the only path for me? I stand in the rain in an attempt to drown the fire. However the rains are reminiscent of Hell’s Shower. I look inside to find a piece of the undying me. In hopes to hold on but its only my reflection I see. So here I lay blinded by uncertainty….
