Battle.

Title: Battle.
Author: littlepluto
Author Notes: A little something I wrote for Andy. He suffers from PTSD which was triggered by fireworks. Also, with his permission I used words from his journal in quotation marks. I love him dearly, so I dedicate this to him via his request

I felt your breath against my newly battered cheek,
which brought me the comfort I still sorely seek.
In between four white walls I bravely confessed,
"I fear this rabid growing, fucked up mess,
will be the death of an imprisoned man."

I heard their voices they were calling out to me,
but I couldn't answer my mouth was stitched shut.
I'm seconds from insanity and I'm still fighting,
because in this cramped, damp room, I screamed,
"Pain is worth nothing, if my life is worthless."

Colours in the night sky spiked me with fear,
everything stopped and I took three steps back.
Encouraged by a drug and enraged by dream, I promised you this,
"In my mind demons are held capitve by fear and hate,
one day, Tyler, I will set them free."