Kicking and screaming until the death of me.
The stains on my pillows are haunting.
I can't control these fears,
Because they have the best of me.

From the dark nights to the gloomy days
I thought my past was behind the grey.
Sometimes if takes courage to encounter your past..
Because your worst fears take you back.

My strength was weakening from the sudden pains
My fears and struggles are here to stay.
I will not give up until the death of me.
I have realized that strength lies with in me.

The past has gotten the worst of me..
Luckily enough that's as bad it will be.
My pains are weakening as I lay to sleep.
I am safe to say that I am winning.