I'm my own worst enemy... and this I know to be true

I travel to escape my own self and sometimes that's not enough
I carry inside such sadness that sometimes I start burying myself alive
I feel so much anxiety but tend to keep it tucked inside, as if trapping myself with a straight jacket ...
Always wanting to get out... yelling at the top of my lungs in total silence
And God forbid a tear to run down my cheek... as I will stop my breathing if necessary to make any other emotion feel numb ...

I am my own worst enemy,
and this I know too well...
I won't talk about my feelings or the reasons why my heart gets sad when the sun decides to hide
I tend to stab the pain inside my heart with silence ... even though this feels as if I was stabbing it with knives ...
I know my pain isn't a sign of weakness, but as hard as I try ... it always feels that way

I live in a constant battle ... believe me I'm trying not to give up, I know there's more to see in this world, so I constantly  give myself another chance ...

My strength has been my biggest companion thus far... and my want for more my saving grace ... I just hope they continue to pull me out of darkness ... because this pain sometimes is too much to bear