Its a silent battle. It's a disease.

I think I've cried myself to sleep every night for the past two weeks. There's the feeling of emptiness. It lingers around me like clock work, each night. I try to sleep, I try to drown out all the negativity in my head. There's no one. No one. It repeats. I'll take a deep breath. Maybe one word you say to me will save me today. Just one word. It'll be okay. 

I stare at the luminescent window. Only the time changes. Only the sky changes. It's a silent graveyard. Silence will fall. The clouds roll in one by one, covering up the sun. 

There is too much love stuffed into a heart, about to explode to kill them both. 

There is too much hate embedded, it begins to rot the heart, but which one will come first?

The loneliness eats away. Why can't I be okay? My mind continues to wage war. War! Someone will die. 

Each part of my self, my worth, keeps chipping off by time.