The Strongest Ones Among Us

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What is the hope for a writer that can’t write?
                                     a giant that can’t fight ?
                                    a lion that can’t bite?
How does he battle the demons on the page
                                    the villagers when they rage
                                    those trying to put him in a cage
He’s defenceless and his soul is empty
                                     they’re going to behead him
                                     the jungle king’s reign will end quick
I fear for him because he’ll lose his mind
I fear for him because he’ll be leaving in a bier
I fear for him because he’ll lose his pride
I fear for him because I see him every day in the mirror


How can I win the game 
When I have already been defeated 
How can I be saved 
When I don’t wanna be delivered

How can I be sure 
When I still constantly doubt myself 
How can I ignore 
This pain when I hurt myself

How can I believe 
When I am living a lie
How can I leave 
This pain when I cannot say goodbye

How can I repent 
When I’m a sinner by choice 
How can I invent
When my mission is to destroy



I keep my face expression-less these days

’cause even a fake smile cannot mask this pain

My train of thoughts moves faster than speed trains

Imagining scenarios when I could have had it changed

Now the cows are home and the milk is spilt

I’m being haunted by demons in my dreams and sleep

I’m at the edge but I’m walking like I don’t see the cliff

Tears about to burst, but I’m struggling to keep it within

Struggling to put it all behind me, but it just keeps springing

My conscience pricks me and my heart begins to bleed

Despair and doubt , they both live with me

I don’t see 3:16 nor do I see reason

Please leave me, I need no more company for this misery

I tell everyone I’m fine but I’m shaken visibly

I’m sinking deep and going down all the way

When I’m tortured by memories of the past that I cannot erase



Hello vreader. I guess we have all been at this point ( and for some more often than others). You just want to be alone and sulk and you shoot “Misery loves company” in the face. You just want to deal with your stuff by yourself.

You wish you could have done things differently or just messed up a life opportunity. You want to tear your hair out and aaaaaaaarrrrGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! YOU WANNA SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That’s where I was when I wrote this.

Thanks for reading.


  • Still working on the ending posts stuff.
  • Fucking perfectionism!!