End

I lay awake at night,

and into thoughts descend,

struggling through memories,

of foes disguised as friend,

obsessing over the unknown,

of horrors that could impend,

adding to the traumatic disorder,

just another wound that will not mend,

yet what if I'm the monster,

a beast from which I cant defend,

cursed to never escape,

unto my own heart perpetually rend,

my fears begin to flash,

as pains slowly distends,

I've tried to expel this emptiness,

via poems so brokenly penned,

so I lay awake each night,

and with these truths try to forever contend.