In My Head

It's dark, and cold.
I am a prisoner to my own imagination,
a slave to my own thoughts.
Words that trigger send my mind into surrender,
unable to fight back,
To worn out from years of fighting.
Tears sting my eyes, i escape.
But only for a little while,
soon i will be back into my head.
Alone once again.

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