Anger is the winner

The anger wins me,

the pain of not being able to control what hurts me leaves me with choked tears on trembling lips

and my bones seek for the strength to be able to survive the irreparable damage that's it's being made to my being.

But the screams of my soul is destroying my body and I want to fall on my knees, on bleeding hands and choked moans, I want to beg for whoever gives me a helping hand.

Although I have no strength or path other than keeping a cold heart and a clear mind. Nor do I have any other destiny than the one to face this torture as if it was another day and not a battle that is defining my life. 

I must keep my head held high, know the correct words and known me capable of facing the way home with the lights turned off. I must be able to lift this beaten-down body of mine with the sigh kept between my saber teeth and fight against the way that the ocean is swallowing me whole. 

I must stand these trembling feet on firm land and demand the world to hear that the anger wins me to fight for the people I love.

TA.