Bruised , as we speak

My head's a mess And my energy is getting less of fighting this battle within and this time I know I can't win My eyes hide alot of my soul's agony To others it could be a pitiless tragedy For they prefer to not know that my eudaimonia is just a show My heart's walls fell apart it wasn't though at all from the very start I use to be strong but now I'm weak So I gave up on the answers I tried to seek I went through alot of things I had to endure because there wasn't anything like a cure to set me free from the damage and yet also the adage . I chose to fly solo and find my own rainbow because trust is not expected from me since all I wanna be is free