Echoes of the Mind

I don't feel the same me anymore.

Sometimes I want nothing at all, other times I crave for it all.

Sometime I just need a friend by my side someone to call, other times nobody my by side.

Sometimes I become so courageous to let go things, other times tear consumes the hours

Sometimes I hope for a chance to make things right, other time to overthink why I couldn't make it right in first time.

It feels so difficult to explain the battle in mind; does the same battle grows in your mind?

It's hard to explain this fight inside— a quiet battle that grows in my mind.