The Fight Poem by Alice Silvers

The longer I have to go through this pain, this torture, the more
I start to break down, I start to lose the fight.
If I lose this fight, there will never be anything to fight again,
there will just be nothing. Nothing at all.
If I continue to live my life the way I am now, I will lose this fight.
The fight will be lost and so, in turn, my life will be lost.
I fight these feelings, these urges you could say, everyday.
But they never go away. They never get better, just get worse.
Those feelings are getting stronger as I`m getting weaker.
This is not the way it was supposed to end.
The only way to end all this now, is with a tiny silver bullet, ripping through flesh and bone.
This is how the fight will end.
The recipient is still undecided, but when it is, the fight will end.
It will all come crashing in, the receiver will be dead.
The day this happens will be the day they die.
I hope this day never comes for I will be the one who kills, or
I will be the one to die.
When this day comes, I hope these feelings do not win,
I hope I am the one who comes out on top.
If I don`t, you better pray, because you will be the first to follow.