Fighting, struggling. It is a battle turning into an internal war. Everything hurts. The inside. The outside. It’s invisible. No one will know that he is choking on his thoughts. Restricted throat. Burning lungs. No air. He cannot wake up from the nightmare keeping him paralyzed every day. Silent screams. A smile for those who see. Too much to feel. Nothing to feel at all. It’s invisible. The outside. The inside. Everything hurts. And the war that used to be a battle turns into something bigger. Tired from struggling. A lost cause. Lost fight. A long way from home.