The Difficult Battle

The questions constantly circle in my head
Trying to convince me that I'm better off dead.
I try not to make it such a big show;
That's why not many people seem to know
About all the pain and sorrow I go through
Trying to figure out what's false and what's true;
Or about the mind wars that rage
That make me feel like I'm locked in a cage.

The monsters don't sleep under my bed,
But they make their home in my head.
They torment me day and sometimes night.
I try to put up a fight,
But they come back
With a quick attack
That knocks me to the ground.
It looks like I've lost this round