Ms. Life vs Mr. Death!

They say, war is hell!
True, it really is.
I’ve never been in one-
But I can imagine,
One person using a weapon on another,
Where humanity actually dies,
Ideology matters more than lives.
Of course war is hell!
I’ve never been in one.
I mean the actual one.
I never had a weapon or gun,
I don’t have holes and scars ’cause of war.

But here’s what I know;
There’s a war inside my head.
My mind has become a battlefield since forever,
I don’t exactly know what they’re fighting about,
All I know is this.
There’s a bloody war.
Bloody enough to weaken every bone in my body,
To suck out air from my every organs.
This war in my head,
It broke me apart into pieces.
I’m in fragments now.

From what I gathered,
The battle is about survival.
Mr. Death vs Ms. Life.
And I think death is winning,
They say life is stronger.
But when it comes to me,
I don’t think that’s what’s happening.
Death has gone too far,
Life is chasing it right behind him.
My unconscious world supports death-
Bringing memories and proving death’s arguments.
Telling to my conscious one,
That it’s already been won.
But for some unknown reason,
Ms Life is still fighting it.
I don’t know why though.
This has taken long enough.
I want it to end any minute now.
Even if it ends now,
I don’t know which fragment of me-
Is still alive.
So, I’m rooting for Mr.Death too.
I wish he would win.
Sorry,Ms. Life you’ve struggled enough,
It’s better if you take a break now!