they battle;

torrents of tears
and torments of pain
whispers of
"i told you so"
replayingreplaying
holding on tight
to the music at night
that keeps the horrible reality at bay
trying so hard
to say you had fallen harder
knowing that really
you'd quite surpassed heaven
taking the words
that you pretend you never heard
and throwing them
far
far
away

they battle;

sense knocking in
telling you it's all just pretend
proof sitting there
grinning from ear to ear
trying to be so reassuring
making you get through another moment
still fighting the ever strong current
of doubt and unsure ness
but the silence
tells you all
the things you don't want to know













and you wonder
who will win?