Losing The Fight

I'm losing. So much I want to say. But I can't. I make everything worse.

I have saved memories. But maybe they're lies. Everything fades.

I'm losing.

When its convenient. I'm always around. But I'm disposable. A doormat.

I'm losing.

I feel sick. Exhausted. My head won't stop spinning. I just want to sleep. But I hurt too much.

I'm losing.

I want you to know how I feel. I want understanding without anger. Without frustration. I want to be able to speak without feeling guilty for the things I say.

I lost.

Don't Steph.