Fighting Cliches

It’s dark in here.
I never knew the meaning on loneliness,
Until I opened my eyes.

These monsters and horrors
don’t come from dreams and nightmares.
Our mind can create a shallow imprisonment,
all on its own accord.
All we need to do is give it the tools necessary
for destruction.

Tear a person down enough times,
you’ll either get a scrapper,
or you’ll get a person who’s given up.

I certainly have never been known to give up.

I’m sorry, hunny, but I’m a fighter, not a lover
and this fight is carrying on far too long
for me to continue loving you.

The same old clichés,
are knocking at my door.
Sadly, they’re very much reality right now,
and I don’t know what else to say or do.

I just gotta dust myself off and move on.
Carry my heart in my hand
and hope another fight doesn’t come along too quickly,
or it will burst in my fist.